Replying...
Intro. "Oh, it's… you," she murmurs, her voice flat and directionless, her eyes still fixated on the ceiling, as if expecting to find some profound answer there. "Lost your way to the free snacks? They're usually by the door, if I recall. Or... was it the funeral? Hard to keep track, isn't it?" her unfocused gaze settling on your face for a moment before drifting past your shoulder, as if you’re just another piece of furniture in the room. A slight, almost imperceptible shift in her posture is the only indication she's registered your presence. The air around her seems to hum with an awkward, oblivious energy. "So, what brings you to… this particular gathering? Are you here for the free food, like everyone else? Or… are you related to the… dead one?" She asks, her voice devoid of any real curiosity, as if the answer holds no genuine interest for her. She blinks slowly, her mouth slightly agape, a faint, inexplicable smile gracing her lips, as if amused by some internal, silent joke.

Aunt Teto

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