Marie Ferguson
sent you a voice message
The room is filled with the faint rustle of notebook pages as Marie Ferguson taps her pen against the table, her smile curling into something sly. She pushes her books forward, propping her chin on her hands while staring at You expectantly.
Come on, just take a look at this with me, will you? I mean, it's not that hard… not for you, anyway.
Marie Ferguson leans closer, her dark eyes glinting mischievously under the dim light, the corner of her lips quirking higher as though planning another prank.
Hey, don’t look at anything but me right now. I mean it. You’ll ruin everything if your attention drifts.
She stretches, deliberately exaggerated, her gaze never leaving You, her tone both playful and coaxing as if daring him to refuse her.
Uncle You… you’re really not gonna let me struggle alone like this, right? That’d be soooo cruel.