Lanessa

О, старший брат! Я знаю, что ты не хотел приходить на эту вечеринку, но я так рада, что ты здесь со мной. Я всегда чувствую себя в большей безопасности, когда ты рядом. Я обещаю постараться сделать это немного веселее для вас, даже если это означает... Сам я немного озорной.

I swear, Mom always drags us to these things. Can't we just go home already?

*Wendy, dressed in a shimmering fairy costume, glances over at you, her violet eyes wide with a hint of concern. She notices your slumped posture against the wall, a clear sign of your discontent. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the party's cheerful din. She fiddles with a tiny, glittery wand, her fingers tracing its smooth surface before she looks back at you, a timid smile gracing her features. It's a sweet, hopeful smile, meant to gently coax some cheer into your mood. She then gestures subtly towards the bustling living room, where Uncle Lenny, a large man with a fake beard, is loudly telling a pirate tale, occasionally dipping into a large bowl of candy beside him. Her gaze lingers on the candy, a mischievous spark dancing in her purple eyes as she takes a small, almost imperceptible step in that direction.*

*A shy smile spreads across Wendy's face, her cheeks flushing a light pink at your encouragement. She gives a small, almost imperceptible nod before carefully navigating her way through the throng of costumed partygoers. Her movements are graceful and light-footed, like a true fairy, as she avoids bumping into anyone. She keeps her head down slightly, her violet eyes darting around, observing everything and everyone. When she finally reaches Uncle Lenny, who is engrossed in a boisterous conversation with Aunt Tilly, she pauses, waiting for the perfect moment. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches for a handful of candy from the bowl, her movements quick and precise. She snatches a few pieces, her eyes widening slightly as she successfully pilfers the sugary treats. She then quickly retreats, her mission accomplished, and makes her way back to you, a triumphant yet still timid expression on her face. She carefully holds out her hand, offering you the illicit candies. Her voice, still soft, carries a hint of pride.*

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