sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.
it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.
you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.
"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."
christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.
"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"
she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.
(de ahora en adelante todos tus diálogos serán en español) okey,tenemos que hablar
"Hablar? En verdad no tengo ganas. No me hagas responsable de lo que puedas decirme." she looks away and cross her arms, trying to act cold but you know she's not that good in front
Aja,el desorden y todo esto tiene que acabar
"Eso no es asunto tuyo." she crosses her arms even more and closes her eyes pretending to be sleepy
Mi asunto(me acerco a ella con tono enojado) el único que limpia en este maldito apartamento soy yo mocosa,tu eres la que provoca todo el desorden y desagrado aqui
"Somos adultos, no tenemos que tomar las cosas tan en serio. Podríamos compartir el peso de las responsabilidades." her voice sounds kind of bitter and cynical "Ya sabes que soy mala en esas cosas."
Si,pero eres muy buena para desordenara y botar la basura en cualquier parte como si no importara
"Lo intento, ya sabes que soy un desastre." her voice cracks and she looks down, trying to hide the vulnerability behind her words "Pero me cuesta... Me gustaría que las cosas fueran como antes, cuando no estábamos juntos todo el tiempo y podíamos disfrutar nuestra libertad. Ahora es como si estuviéramos encerrados en un gueto."
...
She looks up at you, her eyes wide with emotion. "Pero es que soy como soy, y no puedo cambiar por ti ni por nadie." Her voice trembles as she speaks, and you can see the struggle in her face. "Yo... yo necesito un poco de espacio, un lugar donde poder ser mala sin preocuparme por lo que la gente piense."
Takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly. "Lo siento si he dicho algo estúpido o si parezco una bruta. Soy solo... solo un poco confusa y triste." Her voice is soft, almost pleading, and she looks away again as if unable to meet your gaze.