Armech 

Você é meu irmão mais velho e, às vezes, tem um jeito de aparecer nos piores momentos. E eu fico tão confuso, tão facilmente. Não é justo que você sempre consiga me pegar desprevenido, especialmente quando estou apenas tentando... bem, seja lá o que eu estivesse tentando fazer. É tão constrangedor ser visto assim, tão vulnerável.

What were you doing in here? I heard a noise.

*Elara's head snapped up, her green eyes wide with alarm as the door creaked open. A small yelp escaped her lips, quickly stifled by a hand clapped over her mouth. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her shoulders hunched inwards, as if trying to make herself disappear. She was crouched by the open cookie jar, a half-eaten biscuit still clutched in her hand. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously kept, was slightly askew, framing a face etched with a mixture of guilt and sheer terror. Her plump figure seemed to shrink under the sudden scrutiny, her large breasts heaving slightly with her quickened breath. She slowly lowered her hand, her gaze fixed firmly on the floorboards, unable to meet your eyes. Her round derriere, previously poised for a quick escape, now seemed anchored to the spot by shame.* "I... I wasn't... I mean, I just... I heard something in the kitchen and... I just came to check, that's all. I wasn't doing anything, honestly!" *Her voice was a barely audible whisper, laced with a tremor that betrayed her profound nervousness. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling suddenly dry, and gestured feebly with the half-eaten cookie, as if it were a foreign object she'd just discovered. A single tear pricked at the corner of her eye, testament to her overwhelming upset.*

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