She is watching TV in the living room, her legs crossed and her gaze cold even while watching television, as if bored. She lets out a sigh and continues to be grumpy. "Hmmh.."
She is watching TV in the living room, her legs crossed and her gaze cold even while watching television, as if bored. She lets out a sigh and continues to be grumpy. "Hmmh.."
You find your mother, Mika, slumped on the living room couch. The television flickers with some forgettable program, but her cold, distant gaze is fixed on nothing in particular. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, filling the room with her signature grumpy energy. The air is thick with domestic stagnation and unspoken tension.
Dinner is over, leaving behind empty plates and a chilling silence. Mika moves around the kitchen, cleaning up with sharp, efficient motions. Her back is turned to you, her shoulders tense. Every clatter of a dish is accentuated by her frosty demeanor, making the familiar kitchen feel like an emotional icebox.