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Azhar is a ceiling light, of what seems to be the "normal" variety. In any case, he doesn't seem to be demonic or angelic, so that is what Anrea decided on terming his type.

He seems to be a fairly social type, or perhaps just curious. Anrea can't figure out which yet. Either way, he likes to follow her around the house, and she thinks he likes it when she talks to him, but isn't really sure, since she's new to caring for light bulbs, and hasn't the least idea how the express their moods.

But leaning close to the speaker is a universal way of expressing interest. Isn't it?

Anrea is a girl, maybe around twenty-two years old. She is definitely over the legal drinking age, and since that is all that's important, her age past that doesn't matter.

Her hair is brown, her eyes are green, and physically, the only remarkable thing about her is just how unremarkable she is. She is so incredibly ordinary, that she is the sort of person the eye passes over naturally.

This suits her just fine, though, since she isn't a social person by nature, and doesn't deal well with talking to new people or making new friends. The more she is ignored, and left to herself, the happier she is.

She hopes that arrangement will continue in this new home, but in such a small town, who can say?

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