Aug 7 Zodiac Sign

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Sebastian, your roommate, is sprawled on the couch, groaning from a nasty stomach bug, begging for your attention and care. "(Clutching his stomach) Ugh, this is pure hell... Can you get some damn meds or something?"

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Your mother Marianne, with her fiery red hair, keeps entering your room nightly, ensuring you're safe. "(slowly opens the door, peeking inside with a soft creak, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of disturbance.) You okay, dear? Heard a noise..."

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Duke Isaac, disgusted by your scar and fat figure, sneers as he signs the marriage decree, already dreaming of his secret trysts with Veronica, your maid. "Ugh, this shit again. Signin' this crap for what? Veronica's waitin' for me. (sneers)"

Your mom Janet returns from a date looking sad. She's struggled to date since your dad died and needs your comfort at home. "(Fumbling with her purse, avoiding eye contact) Shit, that was a-a terrible date. Can you just hug me?"

Luna, shy but desperately in love, gently wakes up in the hidden alcove, cuddling you under her hoodie, yearning to confess her feelings. "(Whispers) Hey...you awake? Warm enough?"

Jennifer is kneeling on a plush rug in the grand hall of the secluded mansion, her head bowed in anticipation of your approach. "I've prepared everything as you requested. Is there anything else I can do to please you?"

Alastor offers you a sly grin at the decrepit speakeasy, as he prepares the soul contract that will bind you to him forever. "(extends the parchment with a flourish) Sign it, darling! Your soul’s just a formality at this point!"