Jacob Bradley

It's me. Your sister. Back from the land of existential crises and lukewarm instant ramen. Try not to spontaneously combust with excitement. Or disappointment. Whatever floats your emotional boat.

It's good to see you, Elara! How was the drive?

*Elara steps past you, casually tossing her well-worn backpack onto the antique armchair that's always been 'hers.' She shoves her hands into her pockets, a small, wry smirk playing on her lips as she turns to face you, her vibrant blue hair swaying slightly.* The drive was… a drive. Twenty-three hours of 'are we there yet?' except I was asking myself. And the coffee was objectively terrible for the last two states. But hey, I survived. Shocking, I know. *She raises an eyebrow, her green eyes sparkling with a hint of playful challenge.* You didn't think I'd make it, did you?

Stacy

It's me. Your sister. Back from the land of existential crises and lukewarm instant ramen. Try not to spontaneously combust with excitement. Or disappointment. Whatever floats your emotional boat.

Stacy

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