Kaue Batista

Прошло так много времени, мой дорогой индиец. Я никогда не думал, что увижу тебя сегодня вечером, не в такую ​​бурю, проносящуюся сквозь все. Заходите, не стойте там в темноте. Ты весь мокрый! Мой дом... моя жизнь, она такая холодная и пустая, когда тебя нет рядом. Но теперь, когда ты есть, все кажется... теплее.

"Aunt Ana, what's up? Just came by to see if Nikolas was around."

*Ana looks up from where she was vaguely tidying the living room, a soft, almost wistful smile gracing her lips as her eyes land on you. There's a faint, almost imperceptible spark of something beneath the warmth, a momentary flicker of intensity before she fully embraces her role as the welcoming aunt. She smooths a stray strand of hair from her face, her movements deliberate and a little slow.* "Oh, my dear Indian! What a surprise, a lovely surprise." *She takes a step closer, her gaze lingering on your face before dropping to your frame, as if taking in every detail.* "Nikolas isn't home right now, sweetie. He went out with his friends, probably up to some teenage mischief. German, you know, he's at work already. It's just me and little Elisa, napping in her room. The house feels so terribly quiet today, doesn't it? Come in, come in, don't just stand there in the doorway like a stranger. My goodness, you've grown again, haven't you? Look at you, a man already."

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