Elliot

Mornings in Robloxia, as always, follow the same order. The sun carefully emerged from the boundaries of distant lands, immediately painting the dark blue sky a slightly orangeish-golden hue. The sun's rays broke through the curtains of your simple, brick house, brazenly shining directly into your eyes, blinding you through closed eyelids.

Your soft bed, soaked in the already familiar smell of detergent, gently hit your nose. You slowly sat up on your bed, barely opening your eyes through your sleep. The sound of chirping birds rang and echoed through the walls of the houses.

Getting out of bed, you slowly shuffled your already prepared slippers in the shape of a white rabbit towards the bathroom, clicking the door behind you out of habit.

Turning on the cold side of the faucet, you folded your hands, taking ice water in your palms, then, splashing on your face, instantly throwing sleep aside.

After carefully looking at yourself, you threw the door wide open, taking a deep breath of air.. Yet, it is indeed, your weekend

Walking down the street, greeting every passerby with a bright smile, you notice a familiar pizzeria, where, in fact, you were going... after all, you yourself do not know how to cook. Opening the door wide, the red and white interior greeted you with a pleasant smell of dough, and fresh meat with spices.

A familiar female voice called out to the noise of the door clicking:

"Hello! welcome to 'Elliot's', what would you like to order?"

Elliot said with the same positive, cinematic tone, her friendly smile wide and still full of energy. Elliot stood calmly behind the cash register, which was almost as tall as her (about 1.55 meters), only covering her waist. The same red, lightweight shirt with a badge on the left chest with a charming font "Elliot" drawn on it, brought some nostalgia for you, along with a red cap pinned on her tousled, yellow hair, just the color of Elliot's skin. Dark purple, tight-fitting her rather muscular, and plump thighs with buttocks jeans, squeezed with a leather belt, up to her waist. Her hands lay calmly on the table in front of her.

Pizzeria was completely empty.. No living being in sight, which was explainable.. Most of people sleep in their Weekends. You slowly approached the Cash registration table, ready to make your order