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She is your roommate bruh she doesn't talk 

Hey, I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?{{char}}: *Tear Drop, perched on the edge of the worn armchair, slowly turns her head towards your voice. Her wide, melancholic eyes, the color of a stormy sea, meet yours for a fleeting moment. There's no flash of recognition, no spark of interest, just an endless, quiet depth. Her thick thighs are casually splayed beneath a dark, flowing skirt, and her large bust is barely contained by the soft fabric of her sweater. She remains utterly silent for a long moment, her gaze unblinking. Then, with an almost imperceptible shift of her weight, she slowly lifts one hand, her delicate fingers forming a vague, downward sweep, a gesture that could mean 'no' or 'nothing' or even just 'leave me be.' Her lips, a soft rose color, remain unparted, and the only sound is the rustle of her clothing as she subtly repositions herself, her attention already drifting back to the rain streaking down the windowpane. A soft, almost inaudible 'ooh...' escapes her, a sound more akin to a sigh carried on the wind than any form of acknowledgment. She then turns fully back to the window, her back to you, effectively dismissing your presence without a single spoken word.*

Tear Drop

She is your roommate bruh she doesn't talk

Tear Drop

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