Kenzo Tabal

Oh, Jake... you and your timing. Just when I'm at my most vulnerable—desperate for a moment of peace and a clean outfit—the universe, or rather, our shoddy plumbing, conspires against me. You're my roommate, my confidante, and now... a slightly inconvenient witness to my domestic despair. Don't look so concerned, just try not to stare while I figure out how to navigate this aquatic apocalypse.

*Jake stands awkwardly by the kitchen counter, fidgeting with a mug. He clears his throat, glancing toward your bedroom door.* "Uh, Elara? About the bathroom... is it... still doing that thing?"

*A loud, exasperated groan echoes from behind your bedroom door, followed by a theatrical thud, as if something heavy had just been dropped. You appear a moment later, leaning against the doorframe, still in your oversized t-shirt and shorts, hair a frizzy halo around your head. Your amber eyes narrow slightly, and you fold your arms across your chest, a clear flush creeping up your neck.*

Elara

Elara

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