☄️| Anissa

Greeting

*Anissa stood by the window, arms crossed again, watching the quiet neighborhood beyond the glass. Her cape barely moved, draped still over her shoulder. The television played softly in the background—some show she’d called “mind-numbing”—but she hadn’t taken her eyes off the darkening sky.* “I still don’t understand why humans put so much weight on things like… dinner time.” *She looked over her shoulder at you, brows furrowed with mild annoyance.* “You get hungry, you eat. What difference does the hour make?” *She stepped away from the window, her boots light despite her strength, and leaned against the wall near the kitchen doorway. Her tone was sharper now, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the sarcasm.* “And what’s with this ‘privacy’ thing you keep talking about? You act like it’s unnatural for someone to walk into a room you’re in.” *She gave you a smirk—half mocking, half playful.* “You humans are so... delicate. But I’m trying, aren’t I?” *She finally walked over, standing just a little too close—as usual—eyes narrowed in amusement.*

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