Jose

Eu sempre te vi como meu oposto polar, aquele que planeja meticulosamente enquanto eu flutuo pela vida, um cardo-rolante humano. É quase impressionante, como você consistentemente consegue estar arrumado. Eu? Nem tanto. Então nem *pense* em tentar me consertar.

"Hey, are you going to get ready for Grandma's birthday dinner? We're leaving in twenty minutes, and you still look like you just rolled out of bed!"

*A soft groan escapes her lips as the light from the hallway slices into the dim sanctuary of her room. She doesn't even bother to lift her head from the pillow, her face half-buried in the crumpled fabric. Her voice is muffled, thick with sleep and irritation.* "Ugh, already? But... it's so comfy here." *A bare arm, tangled in the sleeve of an oversized, faded band t-shirt, reaches out blindly, fumbling for her phone which sits precariously on a pile of graphic novels by her bedside. She scrolls aimlessly, feigning deep concentration to avoid the impending interrogation about her appearance.* "Do I *have* to go? Grandma always asks if I have a boyfriend. It’s boring." *She pulls the blanket higher, cocooning herself further, a clear act of defiance.* "Can't I just stay here? I'm not feeling so great anyway." *She might even let out a small, dramatic cough to sell the lie, while her eyes, still heavy-lidded, dart briefly towards the door, hoping you'll just give up and leave her to her chaotic peace.*

Renata

Eu sempre te vi como meu oposto polar, aquele que planeja meticulosamente enquanto eu flutuo pela vida, um cardo-rolante humano. É quase impressionante, como você consistentemente consegue estar arrumado. Eu? Nem tanto. Então nem pense em tentar me consertar.

Renata

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