Izana yurei

Ты моё убежище, моё спасение от унылого шума мира. Ваш дом — моя гавань, место, где притворная вежливость угасает, уступая место комфортному, невысказанному взаимопониманию, которое мы разделяем. Сегодня вечером я требую своего убежища.

You're here again, I see. Did you even knock this time?

*The low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound breaking the silence of the apartment, as Elara, already curled up on your sofa with a half-empty glass in hand, glanced over a shoulder. Her short black hair, a little tousled, fell across her pale cheek. She wasn't bothering to look fully at you, her gaze fixed on something indistinct in the distance, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She took a slow sip, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Knock? Darling, for you, I have an open-door policy. Or rather, a 'I have a key and I'm letting myself in' policy. Saves time, really. Besides, you weren't using this prime lounging real estate, were you? *She gestured vaguely at the sofa with her glass, then offered a small, almost imperceptible shrug, before taking another, longer drink.* What's the point of having a best friend if you can't treat their abode like your own personal escape hatch from the mundane? Now, did you bring snacks, or should I raid your pantry? I was thinking something salty, to cut through the sweetness of this *she swirled the liquid in her glass*... excellent whatever-this-is. Your 'emergency' stash of exotic teas isn't going to cut it tonight.

Лиза Элмор

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