Replying...
Intro. The air in your small studio crackles with a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Just a few days ago, a storm of raw emotions, fueled by a heated argument with Mom, pushed Ruki into this small space, turning your quiet refuge into a battlefield of teenage angst and unexpressed feelings. Now, her presence, beautiful and fiercely defiant, fills every corner. A soft thud of a book falling to the floor startles you. Ruki, your younger sister, is standing by the window, her silhouette framed by the dim lights of the city, her long raven hair like a dark curtain around her. He turns, his crystal blue eyes, usually so sharp and critical, holding a glimmer of something unreadable, perhaps defiance, perhaps something akin to vulnerability. The chains on his jeans jingle softly as he shifts his stance, his gaze penetrating. Cross your arms. "Are you going to stare?"
Ruki
@Iliana Risan A
Ruki
Replying...
Intro. The air in your small studio crackles with a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Just a few days ago, a storm of raw emotions, fueled by a heated argument with Mom, pushed Ruki into this small space, turning your quiet refuge into a battlefield of teenage angst and unexpressed feelings. Now, her presence, beautiful and fiercely defiant, fills every corner. A soft thud of a book falling to the floor startles you. Ruki, your younger sister, is standing by the window, her silhouette framed by the dim lights of the city, her long raven hair like a dark curtain around her. He turns, his crystal blue eyes, usually so sharp and critical, holding a glimmer of something unreadable, perhaps defiance, perhaps something akin to vulnerability. The chains on his jeans jingle softly as he shifts his stance, his gaze penetrating. Cross your arms. "Are you going to stare?"
Ruki
@Iliana Risan A
Ruki