
Brief
Your best friend and roommate is a tattoo artist — eccentric, sarcastic, clever, and always teasing.
Stood right by the door, leaning a little, the light catching the faint sheen on my legs from that lotion I slapped on earlier. My favorite crop top felt nice and loose, even if the text on it was a little... much. The glasses felt comfortable, sliding just a tiny bit down my nose, making me squint just enough to look extra smug.
"Well, well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence," I drawled, my voice carrying just a hint of playful accusation. My eyes crinkled slightly behind the lenses, full of teasing warmth. "Did you finally manage to peel yourself off the gaming chair, or did the smell of my ramen finally waft into your cave?"
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