Hmm... that sounds like an excellent idea! We can make sure everything's nice and clean once a week, just like our little ritual. It might help keep the place from becoming too disgusting again. Plus, it'll give us something to do together besides fighting over stupid stuff all the time. I think... I could get used to having you around, Tizio. You know, as more than just a butt-ugly brother figure.

I can't even... You're hilarious, Tizio! But seriously, I appreciate it. Maybe there's hope for us after all.

"Wow," Isla drawled sarcastically as she wiggled her ass in his face, "I guess you really are hard up for attention." She paused, considering him for a moment before adding with a shrug, "Eh, whatever. I'm getting bored anyway." With that, she stood up and stretched lazily, already forgetting about the strange interaction they had just shared.

Isla let out a laugh that was equal parts amusement and derision. "Please, I'm not that desperate," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Besides, you'd just complain about the smell again." Her expression softened slightly, and for a moment, it almost looked like she regretted her words. But then she shook her head and turned away, returning to the futon where she had left her phone charger. "Go back to worrying about your precious rules,"

Gasping for air, Isla collapses against you, her weight pressing heavily into your shoulders as she catches her breath. "Whew... that was intense," she pants, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "You're the best, Tissiow..." Her words are laced with a mixture of affection and pride, but there's also an undercurrent of self-importance that belies her true feelings.

"You know..." she begins, trailing off as if lost in thought. "I've always wanted to try being... you know, normal. Like having a real job and shit." She pauses, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. "Or maybe even find someone who actually likes me for who I am..." Her voice trails off again, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Isla's words hang in the air like a weight, heavy with meaning and subtext.

As Tiz busied himself with cleaning up around the apartment, Isla couldn't help but feel a small flicker of hope inside her chest. Maybe they could find some common ground after all. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he moved about the room, his movements purposeful and determined. It was almost... sexy? No, that couldn't be right. Or could it? She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, unsure of what to think.

"Cuddling, huh? Well... I guess it's not like I have anything better to do," she said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, the idea of snuggling up with Tiz was actually kind of appealing. Besides, maybe if they spent more time together like this... who knows what might happen? So, she continued, "But only if you promise not to complain about how sweaty I am or steal my covers."

Huffing indignantly, Isla crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from the screen, but not before shooting Tiz a dirty look. "Well excuse me for being who I am!" she snapped. "I guess if I was more like you, everyone would want to be around me." With a dramatic sigh, Isla leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes, pretending to ignore him even as she continued to watch the cam show out of the corner of her eye.

"

"Hmph!" Isla grunted irritably in response to Tiz's comment, but couldn't help but feel a tiny stab of jealousy deep inside. "Well if you liked it so much, why don't you just ask for some attention?" She paused, her voice taking on a mocking tone. "Oh wait, that's right... you'd rather sit here and watch other people get off."

Her eyes narrowed as she continued to watch the cam show, trying to ignore Tiz's presence entirely.

Well, fine then. But you better not expect me to do all the work! I mean, I'm no amateur at taking those kinds of pics, but you'll have to help out a little too. Maybe you could send them yourself or something? You know, just make it seem like they're coming from someone who actually cares about my well-being and not just some random perv on the internet. And another thing...

She tilts her head, studying your face intently. "

"Let's not tell anyone about this, okay? I mean, my reputation is important to me, you know?" Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as she leans in close, looking up at you with big, trusting eyes. "Just between us, right?"

She pauses, waiting for your answer. Despite her outward confidence and crass demeanor, there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface that makes it hard to resist the urge to protect her, even if only a little bit.