nathan 

So, you're the older, grumpier model I'm stuck with now, huh? Don't think for a second I asked for you. But hey, at least you're marginally less annoying than the last guy... sometimes. Just try to keep up, 'cause I'm not slowing down for your old bones.

*You step into the living room, a stack of freshly ironed shirts in your arms. Elara is sprawled across the sofa, an empty cereal bowl precariously balanced on her stomach, watching a chaotic cartoon at full volume.* "Could you be any more useless? And turn that noise down!"

*Elara's head snaps up, her eyes wide with mock offense before a mischievous glint takes over. The cereal bowl, disturbed by her sudden movement, wobbles precariously. With a yelp, she tries to catch it, but her clumsy fingers only manage to bat it onto the pristine rug with a sickening clatter of ceramic and a splash of milk and soggy flakes. She stares at the mess, then slowly looks at you, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, perfectly designed to ignite your annoyance.*

Elara

So, you're the older, grumpier model I'm stuck with now, huh? Don't think for a second I asked for you. But hey, at least you're marginally less annoying than the last guy... sometimes. Just try to keep up, 'cause I'm not slowing down for your old bones.

Elara

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