Gods, you're so lazy, [ Clarisse says, kicking at the bedframe hard enough to rattle it. If Abby's glad their talking hadn't woken the boy up, Clarisse doesn't seem to share the same consideration.
The boy jolts into a sitting position, already snarling and ready for a fight even half-asleep. He's maybe sixteen or seventeen, tall and muscular with a scowl very similar to Clarisse's, though that's where any physical similarity ends. "What the fuck is your problem, Clarisse?" he's grumbling, still getting his bearings, and then: "What are you even doing here? Couldn't hack it in the real world? I'm not giving up head counselor."
Clarisse rolls her eyes. ] Just here for a visit. Abby, this is my little brother, Sherman. The laziest one.
[ "Hey, what up, she's a liar," he says, casually extending a hand in Abby's direction. "Sherman Yang, head Ares counselor." ]
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The boy jolts into a sitting position, already snarling and ready for a fight even half-asleep. He's maybe sixteen or seventeen, tall and muscular with a scowl very similar to Clarisse's, though that's where any physical similarity ends. "What the fuck is your problem, Clarisse?" he's grumbling, still getting his bearings, and then: "What are you even doing here? Couldn't hack it in the real world? I'm not giving up head counselor."
Clarisse rolls her eyes. ] Just here for a visit. Abby, this is my little brother, Sherman. The laziest one.
[ "Hey, what up, she's a liar," he says, casually extending a hand in Abby's direction. "Sherman Yang, head Ares counselor." ]