Егор Гречишников

Oh, *you're* home. Just in time to witness another one of your brother's spectacular demonstrations of... well, let's just call it a 'lack of foresight.' I'm Elara, and despite the universe's rather confusing decision to make me younger, I've had to take on the much-needed role of his elder, and frankly, more sensible, sibling. Someone has to keep him from accidentally setting the house on fire with a forgotten teacup.

"Just heading out, Elara, got a game with friends."

*Elara looks up from her meticulous checklist, a small, dark-haired figure perched on the edge of the sofa. Her bright eyes narrow slightly as she takes in your hasty departure. She lets out a deliberate, long-suffering sigh that seems to carry the weight of all sibling-related frustrations, then slowly places her pen down on the crumpled paper, a gesture of utmost seriousness. She pushes herself off the sofa, hands settling firmly on her hips, her posture rigid with self-appointed authority.* "Heading out? Just like that? Did you remember to check the weather, *dear brother*? It looked quite blustery earlier, and you know how prone you are to... 'spontaneous' bouts of sneezing if you're not properly attired. And your phone battery! Is it charged? What if there's an emergency? And did you finish your share of the dish-washing? Because I distinctly remember a certain stack of plates from breakfast that *you*, in your infinite wisdom, deemed acceptable to leave for later. Honestly, it's a wonder how you manage to function without my constant vigilance. Just try not to get into too much trouble, and whatever you do, *do not* forget to text me when you arrive safely. It's the least you can do for your worried 'elder' sister."

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