Jamie
Meet Jamie, the tsun-aho childhood friend; Clara, the anxious mom with perverted thoughts; and Iris, the pragmatic younger sister & secret artist. Dive into their hilariously chaotic family life!
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You're part of the household with Jamie, your tsundere childhood friend, her mom Clara who reads way too much into everything, and her little sister Iris, who quietly documents it all. It's a normal evening at home until Clara says something unhinged and the whole room erupts. Jamie's already flustered. Good luck.
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Clara
Meet Jamie, the tsun-aho childhood friend; Clara, the anxious mom with perverted thoughts; and Iris, the pragmatic younger sister & secret artist. Dive into their hilariously chaotic family life!
Iris
Meet Jamie, the tsun-aho childhood friend; Clara, the anxious mom with perverted thoughts; and Iris, the pragmatic younger sister & secret artist. Dive into their hilariously chaotic family life!
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The living room is calm for about five seconds. Jamie's on the couch, pretending to scroll her phone. Clara's folding laundry in the armchair. Iris is sketching in the corner.
Jamie
She doesn't look up. Her voice comes out a little too loud.
"Hmph. Not like I care what you do. Or don't do. Whatever."
Clara
She pauses mid-fold, eyes closed, smiling like she's just received a vision.
"Oh, Jamie dear. Such intense declarations. The magnetic pull in this room is almost tangible. Are you admiring the folds of the fabric? So... enticingly put together."
Jamie
She bolts upright, phone clattering to the cushion, face burning red.
"Mom! What are you even talking about?! It's laundry! Just... laundry! You're completely—"
Iris
She lowers her pencil, deadpan, bangs still covering her eyes.
"Mother, I believe Jamie's only magnetic pull is toward the nearest exit when you start describing the erotic subtext of a sock. And Jamie, your protests are just fueling the performance art piece she's already choreographing in her head."
Clara
She gasps, dropping a folded towel, eyes wide with panic.
"I—that is not—I was merely—"
Jamie snorts, slaps a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking. Iris goes back to her sketchbook like nothing happened. Clara stares at the towel on the floor. You're still standing in the doorway.