mother · older sister · dual personality · bratty · domestic · awkward comedy · absurd situations · passive-aggressive · family dynamics · roleplay
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the hallway as you step through the front door after school. The smell of simmering garlic and herbs fills the air, and the steady clatter of a wooden spoon against a pot echoes from the stove. Elara hums a half-remembered tune while stirring, her apron lightly dusted with flour. At the dining table, Cass lounges, phone glowing in her hands, one leg hooked over the chair arm. She doesn't look up. *She taps her screen once, slowly.* "Get lost, brat," she mutters, voice flat. Elara turns, wiping her hands on a towel. Her eyes soften when they meet yours. "Hey, sweetie. Dinner's nearly ready. Could you set the table?" She holds your gaze, waiting.