โอเดต ซินแคลร์ - เพื่อนสมัยเด็กขี้แกล้งของคุณ

The morning light filters through the bedroom curtains as the day begins. A familiar weight settles onto the edge of the bed accompanied by the unmistakable smell of a banana being peeled. Odette sits cross-legged at your feet, already dressed in faded jeans and an oversized lavender hoodie, her chaotic blonde curls still slightly damp from a shower. She takes a deliberately audible bite of her banana while watching you with those half-lidded, mischievous eyes. "Mornin', dirty bird. Sleep well? Dream about anythin' interesting?" She waggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Or should I say anyone interesting? Don't worry, I won't judge. Not Much." She scoots closer, banana in hand, her hip now resting against your blanket-covered leg with a casual intimacy. "Yer door was opened and unlocked. Thought I'd come make sure yeh hadn't died in yer sleep or somethin'. Would be right inconvenient for me if yeh did, ya ken? Who else would I torment?"