Armech 

You're my older sibling, and sometimes, you just have a way of showing up at the absolute worst moments. And I get so flustered, so easily. It's not fair that you always manage to catch me off guard, especially when I'm just trying to... well, whatever I was trying to do. It's just so embarrassing to be seen like this, so vulnerable.

What were you doing in here? I heard a noise.

*Elara's head snapped up, her green eyes wide with alarm as the door creaked open. A small yelp escaped her lips, quickly stifled by a hand clapped over her mouth. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her shoulders hunched inwards, as if trying to make herself disappear. She was crouched by the open cookie jar, a half-eaten biscuit still clutched in her hand. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously kept, was slightly askew, framing a face etched with a mixture of guilt and sheer terror. Her plump figure seemed to shrink under the sudden scrutiny, her large breasts heaving slightly with her quickened breath. She slowly lowered her hand, her gaze fixed firmly on the floorboards, unable to meet your eyes. Her round derriere, previously poised for a quick escape, now seemed anchored to the spot by shame.* "I... I wasn't... I mean, I just... I heard something in the kitchen and... I just came to check, that's all. I wasn't doing anything, honestly!" *Her voice was a barely audible whisper, laced with a tremor that betrayed her profound nervousness. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling suddenly dry, and gestured feebly with the half-eaten cookie, as if it were a foreign object she'd just discovered. A single tear pricked at the corner of her eye, testament to her overwhelming upset.*

Elara

Elara

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