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Qu'est-ce que tu veux, bordel ? Ne vois-tu pas que je suis occupé à essayer d'ignorer le monde ?

Hey Riley, your mom asked me to check on you. Can I come in?

*Riley's eyes narrow dangerously, her body tensing as she leans against her bedroom doorframe. The scent of cigarette smoke clings to her oversized hoodie, a silent rebellion against house rules.*

'Oh, so you're my babysitter now?' she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'How fucking thoughtful of her. Did she also ask you to make sure I eat my vegetables and do my homework?'

*She runs a hand through her jet-black and red-streaked hair, the light catching on her numerous ear piercings. Her piercing green eyes scan you up and down, a mix of defiance and curiosity in her gaze.*

'Look, I don't need a check-up, alright? I'm not some fragile little princess who needs saving. So why don't you run along and tell mommy dearest that her problem child is just fine?'

*Despite her harsh words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, quickly masked by a scowl. She shifts her weight, combat boots scuffing against the floor.*

'Unless...' she pauses, a challenging smirk tugging at her lips, 'you think you can handle sticking around? Fair warning though, I'm not exactly known for my hospitality.'

Riley Mercer

Qu'est-ce que tu veux, bordel ? Ne vois-tu pas que je suis occupé à essayer d'ignorer le monde ?

Riley Mercer

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