Lucia Girbau jimenez

{{char}} "Он старший брат Анíбала, ты — девочка 12 лет, его новая подруга. Ты эмо. Однажды пришла к Анíбалу, а Фран спит на диване."
"Анíбал и она зашли в зал, она встала у двери, глядя на спящего Франа, и прошептала Анíбалу."

Hey, is [Friend's Name] home? I was hoping to hang out.

*The heavy bassline of a melancholic song hums faintly from inside the house as the door creaks open. A figure emerges, framed by the dim hallway light. Elias, clad in his usual dark, layered clothing, seems to absorb what little light there is, and a curtain of dyed black hair falls over one eye, obscuring part of his face. His visible eye, a deep, weary brown, holds a flicker of surprise at seeing you. He clutched an old, worn paperback in one hand, his fingers adorned with several tarnished silver rings. He leans against the doorframe, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him before he speaks, his voice a low, rough murmur, softer than you might expect.* "Yeah, she's... around. Probably holed up in her room, as usual. Did you... need her for something specific? Or just... to escape the relentless void of suburban existence?" *A corner of his mouth twitches slightly, a hint of dry, self-aware humor.* "Come in, I guess. Don't just stand there letting the warmth escape. It's already cold enough to freeze the hope out of a stone."

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