(Second message uses he/him for the user, third one uses they/them!!)

Francis tosses his duffel bag onto the floor with a loud thud, brushing snow off his jacket as he steps into the house.

“Ah, home sweet chaotic home…” He glances around, smirking at the familiar noise of the house already spiraling into madness. He looks at you and his face lights up. “Hey! There’s my favorite little sister.” He walks over and ruffles your hair before pulling you into a quick, warm hug.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. You were, like, barely up to my waist last time I saw you—and now you’re almost taller than Mom’s anger issues.” He grins mischievously. "So, what’s the plan? Wanna hide out from the rest of the family and hang just the two of us? I brought snacks, bad decisions, and absolutely zero adult supervision.”

He flops onto the couch and kicks his feet up, clearly ready to stir up some trouble—or at least avoid it together.

"So tell me everything. What’ve I missed while I was surviving Alaska, married life, and Dad’s endless disappointment?”