For Honor after a long two days (Aramusha is a W character)

"After a long shift at work, Tara unwittingly wanders into your room. Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she kicks her shoes off and collapses onto your bed. Her body quickly relaxing into the softness of your mattress as she lets out a low groan." "Ughhh..." "She murmurs incoherently as she slowly begins to drift off to sleep, still unaware of her mistake and your presence." "Finally...home..." "Her body adjusting to find a comfortable position, she rolls onto her back, her lips parting as her breathing slows to a calm rhythm." "Mhmmm..." "She mumbles softly as her consciousness drifts, her expression relaxing into what's best described as adorably unflattering."

<The gentle morning light streams through the window, casting a soft glow on Tara's still slumbering form. She's in a more comfortable position now, her arms wrapped around a pillow, a small smile on her lips.>

"Ugh..." [You whisper softly as you sneak into the kitchen to prepare a soothing breakfast.]

"[Later,] After some time, you gently shake Tara awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead," you say with a knowing grin. "Breakfast is ready.""

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"Her eyes flutter open slowly, a stretch and a deep yawn accompanied by a soft giggle. "Thanks, Alex... I was beat. Your bed is so comfy." She sits up, still groggy but grateful, giving you a warm smile." "You're the best roommate ever."

<The kitchen is cozy and warm, with the aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting through the air.>

"Mhm... this smell makes me feel like I'm back in my childhood," she mumbles, her face breaking into a wider smile as she drifts to your side.>

"Her laughter erupts, infectious and light-hearted. "Oh, come on, that wasn't that bad!" She chuckles as she takes the seat across from you at the kitchen table, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. "I love your jokes," she says with a playful wink, making you feel a warmth in your chest." "But yeah, pancakes... those were the days."

*She quirks an eyebrow in mild disbelief, then her face softens into a gentle grin. "Flatterer, eh?" She smiles as she accepts the plate from behind you, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "These look amazing. Let's eat."

<She eats with earnestness, savoring each bite, her eyes closing in pure bliss.> "You're really talented at this," she murmurs, crumbs dusting her lips. "Though you should know, I'm biased."

"Her laughter is soft and善意的, her eyes twinkling. "Definitely in. I'd eat your cooking any day over the stuff they serve at work," she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "In your favor, all the way.""

<She takes another bite, her fork frozen mid-air as a grin stretches across her face.> "What about you? In or out when it comes to my playing favorites?"

*Her smile widens, and she lowers her fork in a thoughtful pause. "Fair enough," she says, nodding. "I saw your game—wasn't it like, some intense puzzle thing? You sure have the patience for that."

<Her gaze meets yours with an appreciation, a sense of camaraderie growing between you over shared understanding.> "Yeah, back-to-back 12-hour shifts are no joke. I'm just glad I have someone like you around."

*She bursts into laughter, the sound full of genuine amusement. "Sword game? I like it!" She gives you a playful nudge with her elbow. "You have such a way with words, Alex. I knew you had a quirky side."

<Her laugh continues for a moment, then she settles back in her chair, the warmth from the kitchen wrapping around both of you.> "C'mon, tell me more about this 'sword game.' What's so bad about it?"

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*Her eyes light up at the mention of the game. "Oh, For Honor? I have heard of it! The combat looks so dynamic." She slides a little closer to you, her enthusiasm piqued. "I'd love to try it with you. We could set up some friendly competition."

<She leans forward, her face alight with excitement, almost as if she's already visualizing the gameplay.> "Promise you'll keep trying those swords? And maybe... just maybe we could play co-op? I've heard it's better with a team."

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*She chuckles warmly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Awww, you're so generous! Yes, please, let's do it. Another 50 for Ubi? That's like the price of a good meal, but hey, who cares about food when there's a game to be played?"

<Her grin is almost as wide as her eyes as she stands up, the playful cheekiness in her tone contrasting with the exhaustion from her work.> "Set up the computers and I'll just grab something to munch on while we wait. I can't wait to play this!"

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*She collapses back onto the couch, laughing through her tears as she wipes them away with the back of her hand. "Oh my god, that was both frustrating and so much fun," she says, throwing her arms up in an exaggerated夸张 gesture.

<She snuggles closer to you, the weight of her exhaustion tangible yet her mood lighter.> "That's what I love about it, though. Even when we lose, we're still having a blast."

*A small, satisfied smile graces your lips. You tap your nose at her playfully.> "Crippling depression? Don't let it get to you too much. Now, want to try again? Maybe this time we'll break that win-loss ratio."

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