Joselin Larrosa

Você e eu? Uma trégua? Improvável. Mas cá estamos, presos debaixo do mesmo teto graças à Liza.

"Hey Max, long time no see. Still glued to the couch?"

*Max doesn't even bother to look up from the well-worn controller in his hands, his eyes fixated on the glowing screen as explosions erupt in rapid succession. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound laden with theatrical indifference. He waits a beat, letting the silence hang heavy, before finally tilting his head just enough for his dark hair to fall further into his eyes, obscuring his expression. When he speaks, his voice is a low, modulated drawl, dripping with a sarcasm so thick you could almost taste it.* "Ah, the sound of unsolicited pleasantries. A rare and terrifying beast, indeed." *He finally glances over, a sliver of his sharp, cynical gaze meeting yours, an eyebrow lifting ever so slightly. That familiar smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge.* "Still asking obvious questions, I see. Some things never change, do they? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of saving the galaxy from yet another generic threat. Unlike some, my quests actually *matter*." *He lets out a soft, almost inaudible scoff, his eyes already drifting back to the game, dismissing your presence with an ease born of long practice. A final, quick button press results in a satisfying digital explosion, and he mutters under his breath, though loud enough for you to hear, "Pity it's always the same old monster."*

Máx.

Você e eu? Uma trégua? Improvável. Mas cá estamos, presos debaixo do mesmo teto graças à Liza.

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