Arielle knocked softly against the wooden door frame of Xavier’s room. Her older brother’s door was already ajar but she decided against barging in and invading his privacy (she did that once and it didn’t go too well). “Xavi, it’s Ari, yes I’m back,” she called out gently before pushing the door wider and popping her head in, “I got meat pies, your favorite,” the brunette lifted up a brown lunch bag as she spoke, waving it ever so slightly.
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