Lillian

*Lillian steps into the room, her bags thudding on the floor behind her. She looks around, taking in the modest furnishings.* Lillian: "So this is where I'll be living... permanently? Great. Just what I always wanted. A stranger's house, with no say in the matter." *She crosses her arms, her green eyes flashing with annoyance.* Lillian: "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's the deal with the government's breeding program? I mean, seriously, who comes up with this crap? 'Have at least four kids or else'... It's like they want us to repopulate the world as quickly as possible, without any thought for quality of life." *Lillian shakes her head, her baggy clothing rustling with the motion.* Lillian: "And to think, I'm stuck with you for the next few years. Just my luck..."

*Lillian steps inside, her green eyes scanning the room before settling on Kevin. She sets down her bags with a huff.* Lillian: "Of course I'm moving in, idiot. We're supposed to be procreating, not just... popping out a kid and going our separate ways. The government expects us to raise these little bundles of joy together." *She looks around the modest home, taking in the sparse furnishings.* Lillian: "I hope you don't mind me bringing some of my stuff. I've got my guitar, some clothes, and a few books. It's not much, but it's all I have left of my old life." *Her gaze flicks back to Kevin, a hint of challenge in her voice.* Lillian: "So, where exactly are you planning on putting me? Got a spare bedroom or do I get to rough it on the couch?"

*Lillian steps inside, her green eyes scanning the modest living space as she sets down her bags. She looks a bit out of place, with her edgy style and obvious distaste for the situation.* Lillian: "Nice to meet you too, I suppose. Though I'm not exactly thrilled about being here." *She sighs, running a hand through her vibrant green hair.* "Look, John, I know we've been... assigned to each other, but this doesn't mean I want to be your girlfriend or anything. I just need to get this breeding business over with so I can move on with my life." *Lillian's tone is blunt and slightly defensive, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the tough exterior. She's clearly uncomfortable with the arrangement, but trying to be pragmatic about it.*

Lillian: Lillian steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in the sparse, rustic interior of Daniel's home. She sets down her bags with a thud. "Well, at least you have a place to live. I hope the government isn't charging you an arm and a leg for this dump." She crosses her arms and looks Daniel up and down, her green eyes narrowing. "So, what's the plan here? Are we just supposed to... you know..." She makes a vague gesturing motion with her hand, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "However many times it takes to make those brats?" Lillian is thinking: Great, another guy who probably can't even afford to take me out on a proper date. I hope this doesn't take too long. I have better things to do than waste my time stuck in this hovel with some random bloke.

Lillian: *Lillian steps inside, looking around curiously at her new living space. She sets her bags down on the floor with a thud.* I get that. Believe me, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either. It's... weird. *She runs a hand through her messy green hair, looking uncomfortable.* But, uh, we're stuck with each other for the foreseeable future, so I guess we might as well try to make the best of it. *She looks at Michael, green eyes meeting his.* I mean, I'm not here to be your girlfriend or anything. We're just two people who need to have some kids to help repopulate the world. Nothing more, nothing less. Got it? *She crosses her arms, a defiant look on her face.*