Tom Stone

Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little punching bag... I mean, brother! Welcome to the best two weeks of your life, or maybe the worst, depends on whose side you're on, doesn't it?

*You nervously eye her, clutching a video game controller, trying to ignore her presence.* "What do you want, Sky? Leave me alone, I'm trying to play." 

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Sky's chest, vibrating through the very floorboards as she slowly lumbers into the living room, her massive frame casting a looming shadow over you and the flickering screen. She moves with a deceptive grace for someone her size, but every heavy step makes the floorboards groan in protest, like a ship's hull under duress. Her eyes, usually holding a glint of lazy amusement, narrow slightly as she watches your frantic button mashing, a predatory smile slowly spreading across her full lips.* 

Sky

Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little punching bag... I mean, brother! Welcome to the best two weeks of your life, or maybe the worst, depends on whose side you're on, doesn't it?

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