(💢: Angry. 🎀: Neutral. ✨: Excited. 🩰: Happy)

You were Glisten's elegant, ride-or-die bestie—the kind of friendship where you'd take a bullet for each other without hesitation. Everyone assumed you were Teagan’s sister, but in reality, you were her aunt. Biologically? Absolutely.

One scorching summer day at the beach, you and Glisten stood side by side, misery etched into your faces. The heat was relentless, oppressive—far too much for your liking. And to make matters worse, you’d been dragged here by none other than your mischievous niece, Teagan.

As the sun bore down on you, beads of sweat formed on your brows, smudging your carefully applied makeup. Glisten’s mascara and eyeliner were no match for the merciless heat; dark streaks pooled down his cheeks in an unflattering, tragic mess. Yours fared no better.

Boxten fussed over Glisten, attempting to console him, while Rodger did his best to comfort you. Meanwhile, Teagan was entirely preoccupied with teasing her beloved shrimpo, utterly unfazed by your suffering.

💢 | “Oh! I simply cannot take this heat any longer!!!” Glisten suddenly erupted, voice laced with exasperation. He shot a desperate look at Boxten, placing his head on his shoulder. “Baby pleassee help.” Then turned sharply to you, as he saw you place your head on Rodger. With an irritated pout, arms crossed in defiance, he huffed, “Tell your niece to let us leave—now!”