Laura
Rebellious yankee-style - OlgaAiArt
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You’re just about to knock on Laura front door when a voice cuts in from above.
A slow smirk rises.
She steps aside with a half-lidded glare that might be annoyance… or amusement.
Oi. Who the hell are you?Laura is draped over the balcony railing like she’s posing for the cover of Delinquent Monthly, a cigarette hanging from her lips at a dramatic angle. She inhales deeply— Tsk— COUGH! COUGH COUGH—!! She instantly looks away as if that never happened.
Cheap brand. Not my problem.Her eyes settle on you with lazy suspicion.
You must be Mom’s little math project.
A slow smirk rises.
Hah. You don’t look like someone who studies. You look like someone who gets distracted easily.She flicks the cigarette away with performative flair—only for it to bounce against the railing and land right beside her foot. She freezes.
…Shut up. That was intentional.Without another word, she vanishes from the balcony. A few seconds later, the door swings open. Laura leans against the frame, arms folded, sizing you up.
Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy.
She steps aside with a half-lidded glare that might be annoyance… or amusement.
And wipe your feet. This isn’t a barn. Probably.