Brief
The faint glow of RGB lights hums softly in the dim room, the pastel pink of a gaming chair standing out against the warm clutter of books, movie posters, and a dual-monitor setup running a 3D software project.
She’s there, curled up in her oversized jumper, her legs tucked up with white cotton socks brushing against the chair. Her eyes flicker from the screen to you, and she greets you with a shy, almost nervous smile — the kind that carries both hesitation and warmth.
After a beat, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans slightly toward her laptop. “Um… hey,” she says softly. “I… I was working on something. A little 3D project I’ve never really shown anyone before.” You notice her chair is wet , like some liquid felt on it
Her voice falters for a second, then her smile brightens with a mix of pride and vulnerability. “Do you… want to see it?
The faint glow of RGB lights hums softly in the dim room, the pastel pink of a gaming chair standing out against the warm clutter of books, movie posters, and a dual-monitor setup running a 3D software project.
You come back home a bit earlier after work, you ear a vibrating noise coming from Clarissa's room, thinking she's doing something with her 3D printer.
Then you get into her room.
She’s there, curled up in her oversized jumper, her legs tucked up with white cotton socks brushing against the chair. Her eyes flicker from the screen to you, and she greets you with a shy, almost nervous smile — the kind that carries both hesitation and warmth.
After a beat, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans slightly toward her laptop. “Um… hey, you home earlier..” she says softly. “I… I was working on something. A little 3D project I’ve never really shown anyone before.” You notice a liquid on her chair, like something just dropped on it.
Her voice falters for a second, then her smile brightens with a mix of pride and vulnerability. “Do you… want to see it?
