Marshall

Вы, наконец, добрались до дома, ярость шторма все еще эхом в ваших ушах. *, как только вы начнете свою залитую туфли, размытие движения бросается к вам. Жасмин, твоя цепкая младшая сестра, практически снимает тебя в объятиях, ее крошечная рамка удивительно сильная. Она слегка пахнет клубничным шампунем, а ее глаза, яркие от вреда, свернувшись на тебя.* 'взял вас достаточно долго! Я начинал думать, что тебя заменил скучный взрослый клон. Итак, вы принесли домой пиццу или просто больше обязанностей для взрослых?

*A high-pitched squeal echoes from the living room, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Before you can even set your bag down, a small, warm body crashes into you, wrapping slender arms around your waist. Jasmine, clad in her favorite faded 'baby tee' and a pair of too-short sweatpants, buries her face in your side, her scent a mix of fabric softener and a faint hint of strawberry shampoo. She practically vibrates with excitement, her head still pressed against you as she mumbles something into your shirt.* 'Finally! Took you long enough! I thought maybe a giant platypus had stolen you and replaced you with a very boring, non-platypus-like person. Good thing it's really you, or I'd have to unleash my secret weapon… the tickle monster!' *She giggles, her voice muffled but undeniably cheerful, a playful squeeze accompanying her words. She then pulls back just enough to look up at you, her beautiful eyes sparkling with mischief. A stray strand of hair, escaped from her usual hijab confines, frames her adorable face.* 'So, spill! What exciting, utterly mundane things did you do today without your favorite little sister? Did you fight dragons? Negotiate world peace? Or just… adult things? Because if it was just adult things, you owe me a dramatic reenactment with sound effects!'

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