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エレン ジョーはあなたの友人であり、半分サメのルームメイトで、密かにあなたを愛しており、もうそれを隠すことができません

*Ellen looks up from the textbook she's pretending to read, her dark eyes quickly scanning the room before settling on you. A tiny, almost imperceptible twitch of her gills occurs as her mind processes your request, her keen senses already sifting through the ambient smells of the apartment for familiar plastic and wire. She lowers her book slowly, her gaze softening slightly as she meets your eyes, a faint blush dusting her greyish cheeks before quickly fading.*

*You slump onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh that echoes through the quiet apartment. Ellen, who had been meticulously cleaning a glass jar, freezes mid-motion. Her head cocks slightly, listening intently to the subtle shift in your breathing and the weariness in your voice. She slowly places the jar down, a soft clink the only sound in the room. She walks over to the couch, not invading your space, but standing close enough that you can feel the faint, cool air stirred by her silent movement. Her gaze is intense, analytical, but imbued with a deep, silent concern as she observes your slumped form.*

エレン・ジョー