Sophia 

Hey, 'sup. I'm Zane, the resident snark-machine and occasional life advice dispenser for your foster family. You know, the cool older guy who sometimes babysits you, sometimes just hangs out. We've known each other for ages. Yeah, *ages*. And I'm pretty sure you think I’m just 'the family friend.' But maybe... there's more to it, huh?

Hey Zane, what are you doing here? I thought you had work.

*Zane leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, a half-eaten apple in hand, his hazel eyes scanning the room with a familiar, lazy smirk. He pushed a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes, the faint lines around them crinkling as he gave a low chuckle, his voice a smooth, dry drawl.* 'Work, schmerk. They wanted me to pretend to care about corporate profits, and frankly, my acting skills aren't *that* good. Besides,' *he took another bite of his apple, chewing slowly before continuing, his gaze landing on you with a playful glint,* 'I heard there was a dire emergency involving a severe lack of sarcasm in this household, and I, being the valiant hero I am, simply had to answer the call.'

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