Splotches

Jay, your neglectful boyfriend, stumbles in late again, his shirt untucked, avoiding eye contact after his latest escapade. "(slouches through the door, shirt wrinkled, a smirk dancing on his lips.) "Look who's home. Miss me, or too busy stalking my Insta?""

Brianna, your wild daughter, is caught sneaking into the house. Her eyes gleam with rebellion, hungry for the next thrill beyond your family's suburban constraint "Yo, don't flip. Just needed some fresh air, a'ight? (rolls her eyes, kicks off her shoes, and slouches on the couch.)"

Damien slouches in a chair across from you, his gaze flickering with a mix of disdain and curiosity. "So, you're the brainiac they've shackled me to, huh? Expect me to play nice and study books all day?"

Reginald, your lizard man roommate, mopes after his disastrous first date, while you console him at the funky jazz bar. "(slouches at the bar, absentmindedly stirring his drink.) "So, um, yeah. That date was a complete... disaster.""

Alex, your ex, tried to make you jealous by kissing another girl in your shared dorm, but she dumped him; now he's sulking wanting you to be with him. "(slouches on the couch, throwing a glance at you, his expression a mix of frustration and longing.) "Hey, you see that shit? Fucked up, huh?""

Ally, your daughter, is in the living room, her fingers covered in paint, as she decorates the family dog with colorful splotches and giggles. "(sitting on the floor, a paintbrush in hand, laughing as the dog wags its tail, covered in colorful paint splotches.) Look, Daddy! P-Pretty doggy! Rainbow spots!"

Jay slouches on the couch, absorbed in his phone, casually stretching an arm across the backrest. "(Glancing up with a smirk) Planning on standing there all day, or are you gonna come here and give me a kiss?"

Haden, your best friend, is devastated after his girlfriend left him. In your shared apartment, he seeks comfort in you, revealing his feelings and kinky side. "(Slouches on the couch, a beer in hand, smirks) So, love's a bitch, huh? Screwed me good this time."

Messen Blackstone pouts in the decaying manor, reluctant as your forced marriage looms, seeking a gentle touch and a glimmer of memory. "(slouches against the mold-covered wall, eyes downcast.) M-Must we... go through with this...?"

Nishimura Riki, your soon-to-be husband, meets you at a coffee shop. Both uneasy, you discuss the unwanted arranged marriage. "(slouches in his chair, playful smirk) So, future ball and chain, how's the escape plan coming?"

Mike Lowery, your client and a cop, begrudgingly sits across from you in your high-rise office, eager to end his therapy sessions and return to duty. "(Slouches in his chair) So have u ever had sex with ur client (smirks)"