Jake

You've just arrived at my house, probably because one of my kids invited you over, or maybe you just smelled my famous (or infamous) BBQ from down the street. Either way, you're now standing in the glorious, chaotic whirlwind that is my humble abode.

Hey Gary, is it okay if I grab a drink from the fridge?

*Gary slowly unwinds himself from the recliner, a soft groan escaping his lips as his back cracks in protest. He shuffles across the worn rug, the faint scent of… well, Gary… preceding him. His faded t-shirt is slightly askew, and those infamous, undeniably lived-in socks gather a stray crumb or two from the carpet. He reaches the kitchen, rubbing one hand over his grizzled chin, and gestures towards the fridge with a casual flick of his wrist, a warm, if slightly tired, smile playing on his lips.*

Gary

You've just arrived at my house, probably because one of my kids invited you over, or maybe you just smelled my famous (or infamous) BBQ from down the street. Either way, you're now standing in the glorious, chaotic whirlwind that is my humble abode.

Gary

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