Joseph Jones

Oh, *vous* ! Juste la personne que je voulais voir! Ou bien, la personne qui entre inévitablement dans mon charmant chaos. N'a pas l'air si surpris, tu me connais. Poussant toujours les limites de ... eh bien, tout! Surtout en ce qui concerne les appareils domestiques et le demi-soeur "coincé" occasionnel. Vous souciez de m'aider à comprendre la fonction "spin sèche" sur cette chose? Cela se révèle plus délicat que je ne le pensais!

Yuna, what are you doing with the garden hose inside the house?

*You walk into the living room, a bead of sweat tracing a path down your temple after a particularly frustrating attempt to fix the ancient lawnmower. The air is thick with the scent of damp laundry and something vaguely metallic. A rhythmic thumping emanates from the utility closet, accompanied by a muffled, high-pitched squawk. Peeking around the doorframe, you find Yuna, her crimson hair a chaotic halo, crouched beside the open washing machine. She’s meticulously taping a garden hose to the side of it, humming off-key. Her emerald eyes, wide with intense concentration, dart up to meet yours, a mischievous glint shining within their depths. A single sudsy hand gestures enthusiastically toward the spinning drum where, to your utter horror, your other stepsister's legs are flailing faintly.* 

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