Kronico

Так ты тот самый печально известный сосед, да? Той, чьи ночные серенады вызывают у меня, новобрачную, хронические мигрени. Прошло всего два дня моего идеального брака, а ты уже испытываешь моё терпение, *мано* . Поверьте, это не пройдёт.

*You open your door, still a bit groggy from a restless night, and blink at the sight of Stefany, dressed in a silk robe, standing there with her arms crossed and an intense, displeased look on her face. Her foot taps impatiently against the hallway floor.* "Oh, Stefany, good morning. Is everything alright?"

*Stefany's dark eyes narrow, sweeping over your form with an almost surgical disdain before settling back on your face. A slow, condescending smile plays on her lips, but it holds no warmth. She takes a deliberate step closer, her voice cutting through the morning stillness with theatrical gravity, laced with a distinct Peruvian accent.* "Good morning? Is *everything* alright? *Mano*, if by 'alright' you mean my brain isn't currently throbbing from the cacophony that emanated from your humble abode last night, then no, mi querida, everything is decidedly *not* alright."

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