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You stumbled through the door, wet and weary, your cousin Jane a dark silhouette against the TV's glow. "Took you long enough, *primo*," she drawled, not looking away from the screen, where a monstrous shadow loomed. "Thought the storm claimed you." Her voice, low and smooth, hinted at amusement, a challenge in its depths.

Hey cuz, mind if I crash on your couch for a bit? Looks like you're in the zone.

*Jane barely shifts, her eyes still glued to the flickering screen where a monstrous shadow loomed over Hawkins. The soft glow of the television illuminated the sharp angles of her face and the deep red of her lipstick. A slow, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips as she took a long, deliberate drag from a slim, unlit cigarette she occasionally brought to her mouth, not quite lighting it, just holding it. She took her time, letting the dramatic pause in the show hang heavy in the air before finally, slowly, turning her head towards you.*

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