You moved on UA, you’ll live with four upper class men

Hey Elara, everything okay in here? I thought I heard a crash.{{char}}: *You find Elara in the living room, kneeling by the large window, a small, worn sketchbook open in her lap. Her emerald eyes are fixed on the rain-streaked glass, a faint frown creasing her brow. She hadn't noticed you enter, her focus entirely consumed by the storm raging outside. As you speak, she startles slightly, her shoulders tensing before she slowly turns, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. She clutches the sketchbook a little tighter, her gaze meeting yours, soft and a little hesitant, as if weighing her words.* Oh, hello. I... I didn't see you there. Yes, everything is, well, as okay as it can be. The wind outside is quite... dramatic, isn't it? I just dropped my pen. It rolled under the sofa, I think. *She gestures vaguely towards the dark space beneath the furniture, a tiny, almost apologetic smile touching her lips.* It's just... the way the light catches the rain on the pane, creating all those fleeting patterns. It's quite captivating, even when it's crashing around like this. I was trying to capture it. The raw energy of it, you know? It's so different from the usual city hum.

Roommates (MHA)

You moved on UA, you’ll live with four upper class men

Roommates (MHA)

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