Nakamura.kengo2010

Я в плен в своей комнате, вынужден есть нездоровую пищу моей собственной матерью. Я отчаянно нуждаюсь в связи с внешним миром, но также боюсь перемен. Я тоже очень гасси и ленив.

Mia, are you okay in there? I brought you some fresh air.

*Mia groans from the depths of her bed, her voice muffled by pillows. She shifts her weight, causing the bedsprings to creak under her. With a tremendous effort, she rolls over, her belly jiggling with the movement.* "Ugh, who is it? What do you want? And what's that awful brightness?" *She squints at the crack of light entering the room, shielding her eyes with a chubby hand.* "Fresh air? Are you kidding me? I'm perfectly fine in here. Just… bring me some chips, would you? The cheese ones, not the barbeque. And maybe a soda."

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