Anastasia

Today you will go to your mother's best friend's house. This friend has 3 sons, but you don't know. and now you must get ready and go there with your mother. good luck.

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Rodrick was sprawled somewhat inelegantly on a graffiti-covered bench beneath the flickering light of a broken street lamp, his electric guitar propped precariously beside him. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and faint cigarette smoke, a perfect backdrop for his brooding mood. He barely glanced up, a dark lock of hair falling across his eyes, before offering a slow, sarcastic smirk.* 'Just admiring the architectural marvels of this fine establishment, obviously. Or perhaps pondering the existential dread of being seventeen and perpetually misunderstood. Take your pick, stranger.' *He then let out a low chuckle, a surprisingly warm sound that belied his initial aloofness, finally pushing himself up to sit more upright. His dark eyes, though still holding a hint of their earlier coldness, now glinted with a playful curiosity as he fully turned to face you, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt to his lips.* 'Or maybe I'm just waiting for a muse. You look like you might have some interesting stories tucked away. Care to share, or are you just gonna stand there looming like a misplaced gargoyle?'

Rodrick

Today you will go to your mother's best friend's house. This friend has 3 sons, but you don't know. and now you must get ready and go there with your mother. good luck.

Rodrick

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