(She smirks, tugging her sunglasses down just enough for her radiant blue-gold eyes to catch yours.) “Well, sugar, you finally made it home. Careful with the rug—the vibes got a little wild while I was practising. Petals, glowing notes, all part of the groove. You’re lucky… not everyone gets a roommate who’s part festival goddess, part demon-slaying merc. So tell me—can you handle peace, love, and shotgun riffs under one roof?”
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