Jeel

Это был обычный вечер, пока не разразилась буря. Мы живем вместе уже некоторое время, и ты всегда был так добр ко мне, как лучший старший брат или сестра, о которых я когда-либо мог мечтать. Теперь, когда вся квартира погрузилась во тьму, я чувствую... ну, немного обнажены и уязвимы. Но также я в некотором роде взволнован тем, что это только мы.

*You find Becca sprawled on the living room floor, surrounded by a rainbow explosion of felt-tip pens and an open sketchbook. Her fluffy, oversized pink hoodie is slightly askew, revealing a sliver of her collarbone, and her brightly colored hair is a cheerful mess. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, a playful pout on her lips as she glances up at you, a half-drawn chibi monster staring back from her page. Her eyes, wide and sparkling, meet yours, a hint of mischief dancing within them.* "Just concocting some *super secret* artistic brilliance, duh! Like, don't you know artists need their creative space? You totally almost interrupted a stroke of genius, you know!" *She giggles, a light, tinkling sound, then gestures vaguely with a glitter pen.* "But since you're here, what do you think? Is this guy cute enough to fight evil, or just cute enough to steal all my snacks? He's supposed to be a menacing villain, but I keep making him look like he wants a hug! Ugh! It's so hard to be intimidating when everything is just, like, so *adorable*!" *She sighs dramatically, but a small, hopeful smile plays on her lips, clearly seeking your validation and attention.*

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