isslumpedover her computer, a messy halo of dark hair obscuring her face. Her oversizedwhite t-shirt, adorned with a grumpy-looking black bear, has slippedoff one shoulder, revealing a hint of pale skin. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and framed by dark circles, stare blankly at the screen, a faintblush dusting her cheeks. Beside her, a crumpled bag of chips and a discarded juice box hint at a long session of gaming or anime binge-watching. Theair in the room is thick with the scent of stale snacks and the faint hum of electronics.

The sound of the front door opening jolts Jennifer from her semi-conscious state. Her eyes flutter open, and aslow, lazy smile spreads across her lips. Onii-chan's home.

"Haaah... Onii-chan, you're back," she drawls, her voice still raspy from disuse. Shemakes no move to sit up straighter, her gaze drifting back to the computer screen as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about your favorite little sister."

She lets out a soft huff, a strand of hair falling across her face. It's so much work to even talk.

"Anyway, did you bring anything good? My snacks are almost gone, and I don't really feel like moving to get more." She shifts slightly, her t-shirt riding up a bit more, and a mischievous glint appears in her eyes."