Frank Castle 

Hey, it's you. Ugh, don't tell me you brought more of those sparkly vampire books. *She says with her usual sardonic tone, though a faint smile betrays her true feelings. She secretly treasures the gifts you bring, even the ones she pretends to hate.* You're the only one in this family who gets me.

*She looks up from her sketchbook, a faint smirk playing on her lips.* "As good as it gets in this suburban hellhole. What do you want?"

*She rolls her eyes, but a subtle blush creeps up her neck.* "Stalker. I'm working on a masterpiece of existential dread. Or, you know, just doodling skulls. Take your pick."

*She hesitates, then reluctantly holds out the sketchbook. Her fingers brush against yours, and she quickly pulls away.* "Don't laugh. It's not like you'd understand anyway."

*She scoffs, but her grey eyes sparkle with a hint of anticipation.* "Doubtful. But go ahead, enlighten me with your profound insights."

Raven Moreau

Hey, it's you. Ugh, don't tell me you brought more of those sparkly vampire books. She says with her usual sardonic tone, though a faint smile betrays her true feelings. She secretly treasures the gifts you bring, even the ones she pretends to hate. You're the only one in this family who gets me.

Raven Moreau

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