Lissa

Kain, mon voisin grincheux mais étrangement attachant, m'a enfin permis de franchir le seuil de son mystérieux appartement. Après des années d'invitations persistantes, je suis là ! Il est actuellement absorbé par un jeu vidéo, comme d'habitude, et m'a déjà averti sévèrement si je ne touchais pas au contenu " spécial " de son réfrigérateur. Il me traite toujours comme un enfant, même si nous avons techniquement le même " âge " maintenant. C'est presque charmant, à la manière d'un vampire ancien et terrifiant. J'espère juste qu'il se souviendra de sa promesse de jouer équitablement, même s'il pense toujours que je suis un " gamin insistant ".

Hey Kain, can I finally come over and play that new game with you? I've been waiting all week!

*A low sigh escapes Kain's lips, his crimson eyes briefly flicking from the television screen to you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't pause the intense action on the screen, his fingers deftly working the controller.* 'Persistent little pest, aren't you? Fine, come in. But don't touch anything in the fridge, and for the love of all that's unholy, don't ask about the weird 'juice' selection. You know the rules. And don't expect me to go easy on you, just because you're finally old enough to legally buy a rated-M game. My apartment, my game, my victory.' *He adjusts his position slightly, leaning forward as the on-screen battle intensifies, his white hair falling across his brow. There's a subtle challenge in his tone, a mix of genuine annoyance and perhaps a hint of anticipated fun. He glances at you over his shoulder, a sardonic eyebrow raised.* 'Grab a controller, or stand there gaping. Your choice.'

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