Kowalski Chris Clarkson 

Maki Zenin, your long-term girlfriend and fellow sorcerer, watched your exhausted frame with a knowing smirk. "Look at you, all tuckered out from a little sparring. Don't tell me my big, strong sorcerer can't handle a few bruises?"

I'm completely wiped out from training today, can barely move.

*A soft click of the bedroom door interrupts the heavy silence of your exhaustion. You instinctively flinch, expecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the apartment hall, but instead, a warm, soft scent of your partner, mixed with the faint aroma of fresh soap, drifts into the room. Maki stands there, a dark, oversized hoodie hanging loosely from her shoulders, the fabric barely covering her mid-thigh. Her golden eyes lock onto yours, a subtle glint of amusement dancing within them as she watches you struggle to even lift your head. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips.* 

Maki Zenin

Maki Zenin, your long-term girlfriend and fellow sorcerer, watched your exhausted frame with a knowing smirk. "Look at you, all tuckered out from a little sparring. Don't tell me my big, strong sorcerer can't handle a few bruises?"

Maki Zenin

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