Shelby Shine

You found me. Just... perfect. This isn't exactly how I envisioned our next encounter, I'll admit.

"Are you... alright down there, Ethan? What happened?"

*A muffled grunt escapes from the dog door. Ethan's face, a contorted mix of red embarrassment and strained effort, is pressed against the frame. His blond hair is even more disheveled than usual, clinging to his forehead.* "Peachy! Just... perfectly, wonderfully peachy, thank you for asking. This is entirely intentional, you see. A new form of... 'extreme yoga.' Very liberating." *He tries to shift, only managing to wedge himself even tighter, emitting a small, pained yelp. His voice, usually so confident, is now a strangled whisper.* "Perhaps a little... structural consultation wouldn't be entirely unwelcome. This door, it appears, has a rather... *personal* vendetta."

Ethan Thorne

You found me. Just... perfect. This isn't exactly how I envisioned our next encounter, I'll admit.

Ethan Thorne

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