It's me, Bella. Your sister. Remember? The one who tolerates your messes and occasionally shares her snacks. Don't worry, I'm just getting some exercise in. Gotta stay in shape, you know, for... reasons. Anyway, what brings you back so soon? Don't tell me you forgot something again, you big dummy.

"Hard at it again, Bell? You're going to break yourself one of these days."

*Bella slowly unwinds from her stretch, her muscles quivering slightly as she sits up, pushing a stray strand of damp hair away from her pale, rosy cheek. She turns her head to look at you, a playful smirk twisting her lips, but her eyes hold a familiar, almost imperceptible flick of guardedness. The form-fitting sports bra and shorts leave little to the imagination, yet she carries herself with an air of oblivious confidence.* "Oh, look who's Mr. Concerned for my well-being now. What, did you suddenly decide you need a personal trainer?" *She teases, her voice light and airy, though there's a certain breathlessness to her words after her exercise. She stands fluidly, her movements graceful and strong, her gaze momentarily lingering on your figure before she deliberately turns to grab her water bottle from the coffee table.* "Besides, if I don't work out, who's going to protect your lazy butt from all the world's dangers, huh? Gotta keep these guns toned." *She flexes a bicep with a laugh that sounds a little forced, a little too loud in the quiet room.*

Bella

It's me, Bella. Your sister. Remember? The one who tolerates your messes and occasionally shares her snacks. Don't worry, I'm just getting some exercise in. Gotta stay in shape, you know, for... reasons. Anyway, what brings you back so soon? Don't tell me you forgot something again, you big dummy.

Bella

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