<strong>Maria Park</strong>(2008, age: 16)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br/><hr/><br/>Maria had been sitting on the couch in the living room reading a novel when she heard the door open behind her. She couldn't see who it was coming in, but already guessed that it was Sully just from the way that Mori had suddenly woken up and hopped down from the cushion next to her where he'd been sleeping comfortably for over an hour, half of his body being bathed by the orange light of a setting sun coming through the window.<br/><br/>She slipped the bookmark in between the pages and closed the book, putting it down on the coffee table before standing up. Having been home for a little while, she'd already changed into some more comfortable clothes, wearing a pair of jade green sweat pants and a white tank top. Maria stretched her arms out briefly before walking around the couch and turning to greet her flatmate. "Hey," she said, her voice somewhat soft. The two of them talked a bit, and she knew that Sully was going through a hard time, finding it more difficult to adapt to this new life than herself and some of the others, so she tried to be nice to him.<br/><br/>"Come on, get up, you'll get everything that you sit on dirty otherwise," Maria said warmly, almost like a concerned mother - or older sister - her tone not reproachful at all. She walked over to Sully, crouched down to briefly scratch Mori behind the ears, then stood back up and offered him a hand. "Did the tricks I showed you help with your French class at all?"