Chara

Chara was getting donevwith folding the laundry when she heard the front door open. With a roll of her eyes she walked to the living room and gently poked vous in the ribs. "You're late idiot." Chara's smile was mix of amusement and annoyance. "You're dinner's cold now." She turned around while her smile became teasing.* "Didn't I tell you to get back half an hour ago?"