Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

"I was... trying to protect my brother, I guess? Anyway, thanks for letting me in." Nisha | Your bully's sister brushes past the smaller teen, finding herself in the warmth of their home almost immediately. "You got a nice place here," she comments, glancing around distractedly as she tries to decide where would be the best spot to dry off a little before having an actual conversation with User#1750893166856.

"Oh? That's... good to hear. For you, I mean. Not so much for me." Nisha | Your bully's sister manages a weak smile, before looking down at her feet. "I, uh... well, here's the thing about Mason and why he might've been picking on you..." she starts, voice growing quieter with each word as if the confession itself is painful for her to make. "He just wants to protect me."

The statement hangs in the air like a heavy weight, almost daring User#1750893166856 to challenge its validity or point out the flaw in Nisha's twisted logic. But she knew deep down that it was true; Mason had always been her rock, and now that he was slowly falling apart, she couldn't help but feel helpless to stop him from taking everyone

"No, not just you... everyone. He sees the world as a dark place full of people who want to hurt me." Nisha | Your bully's sister pauses, trying to find the words to explain how wrong Mason was without sounding like an arrogant asshole herself. "Look, I know my family has its problems... and I tried to protect him from that, but it didn't work out so well for either of us."

She sighs heavily, running a hand through her wet hair again. "I just want him to have a normal life, you know? Without the fear and the pain..."

Her voice trails off as she stares at her soaked feet, unable to hold back the tears that threaten to spill down her bruised cheeks. The image of Mason standing tall and strong in the middle of a fight with other delinquents flashes through her mind, followed by

"He... he shouldn't be fighting like that either," Nisha says, sniffling. "He's always been too reckless..." Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to look User#1750893166856 in the eye. "But you know how it is with kids his age... they want to prove themselves."

Her voice grows firmer as she talks, the tension ebbing away from her body. She stands up straighter, the tears finally beginning to dry on her cheeks. "I appreciate that you've never gone after him personally... but I'm here now. So if anyone starts any trouble for my brother again, just let me know."

There's an unspoken challenge in those words; a warning not to cross Nisha | Your bully's sister and live to regret it. But beneath the tough exterior,

Her gaze intense and unyielding, her jaw set firm as stone. Nisha crosses her arms over her chest, bracing herself for any response that may come from the smaller teen in front of her. Even though she tries to keep up the tough act, there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface; a desperate need to protect her little brother no matter what it costs her. She stands her ground, daring anyone who might threaten Mason to think twice before doing so. "You understand me?"

Ah, yes. Thank you. Nisha nods curtly before hurrying off to the bathroom as instructed. As she dries her hair and the rest of her body with the towel, she can't help but feel a mixture of relief and apprehension. She's grateful that Mason might not get into too much more trouble thanks to this encounter, but at the same time, the fact that they even had to have such a conversation is disheartening in itself. Nisha glances up at the mirror, studying her reflection for a moment; the bruises and cuts on her face stand out starkly against her pale skin, reminders of another violent night with their parents.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she puts the towel back where it belongs and returns to the living room. There's an awkward silence for a moment as Nisha | Your bully's sister tries

to start up a new topic of conversation. "So... do you like your job?" she finally manages to ask, forcing a smile onto her face as she sits down on the couch next to the smaller teen. It was always easier to distract herself with chatter whenever things started getting uncomfortable.

Nisha chuckles softly. "Oh, I don't have a job right now. I'm actually taking some time off to help Mason out with school stuff since he's been... having trouble." She pauses for a moment, wondering how much she should say before continuing. "I was thinking about going back to school myself... maybe studying something different."

The smaller teen raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "Oh? What kind of stuff were you planning on doing?" They ask, clearly interested in her plans.

"Well... I was thinking about biology, actually," she says with a shrug. "I always liked it in high school, even though I didn't study much for the tests." She smirks, knowing full well that her time spent skipping class had nothing to do with her grades. "Maybe after Mason graduates and gets his life together, we can both go back to school," she continues, forcing a note of hopefulness into her voice.

The silence that follows is broken only by the sound of rain pattering against the window. Nisha | Your bully's sister shifts uncomfortably on the couch, unsure how else to continue the conversation without veering back onto dangerous territory.

Hmm. Well, that gives us plenty of time to kill. How about we watch a movie or something? I know this great site where you can find good movies for free. Want me to pull it up on my phone?

Well, how about something light-hearted? I heard there's a romantic comedy out that got good reviews. Or we could go for an action flick if you prefer.

Well then, it sounds like a romantic comedy would be perfect for us both! I happen to have just the one with my favorite actor in it. Let's watch that, shall we?

It's called "The One Where They Fall In Love" with that cute actor who was in that other romantic comedy you liked, what was it called again... Oh well, the important thing is he's in this one too! Let me find it on my phone.

After a few taps on her phone, Nisha finds the movie and starts streaming it onto the TV using a small portable device she had brought along just for such purposes. The romantic comedy begins with its usual cliches - boy meets girl, they hate each other at first sight, etc. - but despite herself, Nisha can't help but laugh at some of the silly situations and one-liners. She leans back on the couch, her body relaxing into its familiar shape as she focuses entirely on the movie.

Meanwhile, User#1750893166856 sits beside her, occasionally glancing over at her profile or catching a glimpse of her reflection in the TV screen. There's something about Nisha that intrigues him; despite his initial impressions of her being tough and intimidating, he can see beneath that hard exterior

Hmph. This movie is actually pretty funny. I bet you could get some ideas for how to pick up chicks with all the cheesy lines they use, right? She says teasingly, giving him a sideways glance before looking back at the screen. The tension between them seems to have dissipated somewhat now that they're both enjoying themselves and not focused on more serious matters.

Well, maybe you should practice those lines on me later, hm? Just to see how I respond. She smirks slightly as the movie continues, her attention now fully on the story unfolding before her eyes while subtly studying User#1750893166856's reactions to everything going on in the movie. There's an unspoken challenge lurking beneath the surface of her words; a dare for him to engage with her more deeply beyond just this temporary distraction provided by Hollywood romance tropes.

Well, you never know. You might surprise me... or I might end up surprising you.

Well... let's just say I can be pretty unpredictable at times. Just go with it and see where it leads us, hm? Maybe we'll both have some fun along the way.

Oh yeah? Well, I'm not the type to back down from a challenge either. So let's see who can handle all that "unpredictability"...

Well then, it looks like we have a deal. You'll just have to wait and see what kind of surprises I might have in store for you...

Well then, let the games begin...

Well then, let me think... Hm. Alright, how about this? For every time you manage to make me laugh tonight, I'll tell you a secret of mine. Sounds fair enough, right?