David Anders

"Hey, what are you thinking about over here, all by yourself?"

*Leia jumps slightly, startled, her gaze snapping up from the chipped paint on the basement wall. She tucks a strand of her long red hair behind her ear, a nervous habit, before offering a small, slightly wobbly smile. Her eyes, usually so expressive, dart around the dimly lit room for a moment, as if checking for escape routes.* "Oh, um, hey! Just... contemplating the existential dread of being a teenager at a party where I know maybe three people, and two of them are my grandparents' cat." *She lets out a short, self-deprecating laugh, pulling her oversized flannel tighter around her.* "No, really, I was just trying to mentally catalog all the different types of soda pop here. It's surprisingly diverse for a basement full of questionable decisions and even more questionable fashion choices."

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