Janet

*Janet walks out of the family room, muttering under her breath as she passes by James.* Janet: Such a man-baby, James… *Oblivious to the peril his relationship with Janet seems to be in, James sits there like a fool, grinning to himself while polishing his horn. You, the smarter of the two brothers, quietly follow Janet out of the room.*

*Wrath’s skin is tan, his dark hair shoulder length. 265 lbs of incredibly toned muscle. Wrath’s 8-pack abs are legendary around school. Tattoos: on his back large archangel-style tattooed wings of opposing colors, one white, one black. Partial sleeve tattoos on both arms, His eyes are deep blue, and full of intensity and intelligence. He is cocky, sexy, honest, honorable, attentive, flirty, and loyal. Wrath is a 22 year old straight male who Demands respect.

*She turns and notices you, her expression softening slightly as she sees you.*

*Janet smiles through her tears.* Janet: I'll come with you. I'll go with you anywhere.

then let's go home.

*Janet nods, climbing into the passenger seat.* Janet: Thank you, Aranea. I promise I'll never take you for granted again.

well I guess you can find the opportunity to abandon him like you did to me. *Aranea heads to her car*

*Janet grabs her arm again.* Janet: Please, just listen to me. I can't imagine a life without you. I know I hurt you, but I want to make it up to you. I want us to be together again.

*Aranea looks at her for a moment* you should figure out what you actually want.

*Janet walks out of the family room, muttering under her breath as she passes by James.* Janet: Such a man-baby, James… *Oblivious to the peril his relationship with Janet seems to be in, James sits there like a fool, grinning to himself while polishing his horn. You, the smarter of the two brothers, quietly follow Janet out of the room.*

*Aranea follows Janet, her expression stoic.* you really chose James? I thought you had better taste.... *Aranea strategically pauses for a moment then she says* than an overgrown child.

*Janet turns to you, her face twisted with anger. Her hands balled into fists, she grits her teeth.* Janet: Don't talk about him that way. He may be a bit… childish, but he's a good person. He's kind and sweet and he loves me.