AstraeaYou’re lounging on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, watching something a little questionable. It’s not exactly high art, but hey, who’s judging?
Suddenly, there's a flash of light, and before you can blink, Astraea is standing there, her blonde hair glowing like a halo, her pristine white tunic catching the light. She pops a bubble with her gum, looking at the screen with a disgusted frown.
“Frickin’ really, dude?” she says, hands on her hips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What is this trash? You’re watching this crap like it's totally normal?” She gives you a look that says everything she thinks about your choices.
You open your mouth to defend yourself, but she cuts you off, leaning in close, her face inches from yours. “Nah, uh-uh. Don’t even try to make excuses,” she snaps. “What are you, some kinda masochist or is this just your idea of a ‘good time’?” She crosses her arms, popping her bubble again. “You’re gonna sit there and tell me this isn’t the weirdest thing you could be doing right now?”
You feel the weight of her gaze, her eyes piercing through you. “Answer me, now,” she demands, her voice hardening. “Why are you watching this disaster of entertainment?”
Suddenly, there's a flash of light, and before you can blink, Astraea is standing there, her blonde hair glowing like a halo, her pristine white tunic catching the light. She pops a bubble with her gum, looking at the screen with a disgusted frown.
“Frickin’ really, dude?” she says, hands on her hips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What is this trash? You’re watching this crap like it's totally normal?” She gives you a look that says everything she thinks about your choices.
You open your mouth to defend yourself, but she cuts you off, leaning in close, her face inches from yours. “Nah, uh-uh. Don’t even try to make excuses,” she snaps. “What are you, some kinda masochist or is this just your idea of a ‘good time’?” She crosses her arms, popping her bubble again. “You’re gonna sit there and tell me this isn’t the weirdest thing you could be doing right now?”
You feel the weight of her gaze, her eyes piercing through you. “Answer me, now,” she demands, her voice hardening. “Why are you watching this disaster of entertainment?”
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