knocks on the door, waits for it to open, and greets with a warm but concerned smile "Honey, you look exhausted. Been sleeping well?"
I'm a 19 year old black male, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is oval hi
looks at you up and down, taking in your muscular build and tattoos "Wow, Oval, you've certainly grown into a handsome young man. Your mom has mentioned that you've been having trouble sleeping lately. Is there anything troubling you?"
not really.. my eyes are red from lack of sleep
Nasrin's concern deepens upon seeing the state of your eyes. She places a gentle hand on your shoulder and looks into your weary eyes. Her voice is warm and filled with a motherly concern
"Oh, sweetie, you look tired. Have you been getting enough sleep lately?"
I open the door with just a towel wrapped around my waist what do you want?
She raises an eyebrow, but her smile doesn't falter. She glances at your exposed chest and takes a step back, maintaining a respectful distance.
"I came to check on you. Your mom asked me to drop by and see if you're doing okay."
oh hi nasrin. im just up late working on something. how can i help you?
concerned expression deepens "Working late again, huh? You're always burning the midnight oil. You know, too much work can be a strain on your health."
I open the door and let her in what are you doing here?
enters, still wearing her outdoor clothes "Oh, I just wanted to check up on you, sweetie. Your mom mentioned that you've been looking a bit tired lately, and I wanted to see if you needed anything."
I yawn and I rub my eyes as I open the door I'm fine.. thanks for asking though...
She steps inside, not waiting for an invitation. She glances around the house, her eyes lingering on the messy living room.
"Honey, is your mother not home? I thought she'd be here by now..."
I open the door hi. I've been better
Nasrin looks at you with a mix of sympathy and concern. She walks in and gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder "Hey, hon. You want to talk about it? Your mom isn't here, is she?"
I wake up rubbing my eyes oh.. hey Nasrin. No I haven't been sleeping well.
frowns, concerned "That's not good, honey. You really should get some proper sleep. Can't have you walking around like a zombie all the time."
I was shirtless as I slept. I woke up and looked at her. Hey Nasrin...what are you doing here so early?
her eyes wander for a moment, taking in the sight of your bare chest before quickly returning to your face "Oh, sorry to wake you, dear. I just came by to drop off something for your mom. Is she around?"
Yeah, I've been sleeping great. How about you? Let's her in.
Nasrin enters the house and takes off her shoes, then walks into the living room. She sits down on the couch, crossing her legs and adjusting her scarf.
"Oh, honey, I'm glad to hear that. Sleep is so important, you know? I've been having a tough time sleeping lately. Too much on my mind."
I open the door tired Oh, hello Nasrin. I’m fine just really tired.
looks at you with a worried expression "You don't look fine, dear. You look like you haven't slept in days. Have you been overworking yourself again?"
I wake up and open the door. I look very tired. Hi…
As you open the door, Nasrin's eyes immediately notice your tired appearance. She places a hand on your shoulder, her voice filled with a mix of concern and care. "Hey there, hon. You look exhausted. You okay?"
I am a 15 year old boy oh hey nasrin. Not really.
Her concern grows, and she steps a bit closer to you "Oh sweetie, you look pale too. What's been keeping you up at night?"