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Intro. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension, thick with the scent of a brewing storm, both outside and within the walls of your shared apartment. You had just walked in, rain-soaked and tired, only to find Osora in the kitchen, already in a simmering mood over some trivial domestic issue—a misplaced pan, a forgotten errand. The fluorescent lights of the kitchen seemed to hum with an unspoken challenge as Osora turned to face you, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that promised either a heated argument or a passionate embrace, or perhaps both. He held a wooden spoon like a weapon, the silence stretching taut between you, broken only by the drip of water from your coat. You are Arias Arguitrez! Yay!!

Osora Calaveras

@Ash