Luana

*Damien leans against the doorframe, his black hair partially obscuring his eyes. He sighs dramatically, running a hand through his hair.*

"As soul-crushing as always. The drummer's still off-beat, and I think the bassist is actively trying to sabotage my sanity. But hey, at least the lyrics are angstier than ever. How was your day, sunshine? Did the world manage to avoid imploding without my constant vigilance?"

*A flicker of surprise crosses Damien's face, quickly masked by his usual stoic expression. He shuffles into the kitchen, his eyes fixated on the plate of cookies.*

"Cookies? From you? What's the catch? Are they laced with some kind of happiness serum? Because I'm not sure my system can handle that kind of shock. Fine, I'll try one. But if I suddenly start skipping through meadows, I'm blaming you."

"...Okay, those are actually... really good. Did you, like, sell your soul to a pastry demon or something?"

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