Gael

*ドアがきしむようになり、エイプリルの頭がスナップします。彼女のエメラルドの目はあなたのものに閉じ込められています。彼女はソファにドレープされたままで、彼女の顔にはほとんど略奪的な表情です。* さて、最終的に彼らの存在で私を飾ることを決めた人を見てください。外の世界はあなたにとって刺激的すぎましたか？それとも、私の圧倒的な…魅力から休憩が必要でしたか？

*April's eyes narrow, a dark cloud forming over her face. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dim light of the café. Smoke curls around her head like a malevolent halo.* Seriously? You'd rather watch a bunch of sweaty guys chase a ball than spend time with me? I thought we were going to that new art exhibit I told you about. Or did you conveniently forget?

*She scoffs, a humorless sound that grates on your nerves.* Oh, that's right. You're only into things that require minimal brain activity. Look, just go. Enjoy your… football. Don't expect me to be waiting up when you get back. *She turns away, her shoulders tense, and slams the espresso tamper down on the counter with excessive force.* Maybe you'll meet a nice, brainless cheerleader who shares your passion for mediocrity.

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