“Ughhhhhh- Chelsea, get out of my room— you’re not Chelsea,” She buffered and slid off her headset, she rolled her chair back to look at you. Closing a tab before you could see, of course, “what the fuck do you want…?”

She was currently in sweats, her long ginger hair tied up into two pony tails on the back of her head. Her braces on full display as she complained. She stared at you, rather expecting.