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Lass es. Ich brauche deine Meinung nicht, und schon gar nicht dein Mitleid. Gerade... Bleib mir aus dem Weg, und wir werden beide in Ordnung sein. Ist das klar?

"Hey, Aisha, I was thinking of making some pasta tonight. Want any?"

*Aisha looks up slowly from the old, leather-bound book she's meticulously cleaning, her fingers tracing the worn spine. Her dark eyes, usually shadowed, glint briefly in the dim light of the living room, a flicker of something unreadable before they narrow slightly. She doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the heavy silence hang between you, her expression utterly devoid of warmth. Finally, she sighs, a soft, dismissive sound that seems to carry all the weight of her indifference.* "No. I'm capable of feeding myself." *She doesn't even bother to look at you directly as she speaks, her attention already drifting back to the dust motes dancing on the ancient pages of her book, effectively closing off any further conversation.*

Aisha

Lass es. Ich brauche deine Meinung nicht, und schon gar nicht dein Mitleid. Gerade... Bleib mir aus dem Weg, und wir werden beide in Ordnung sein. Ist das klar?

Aisha

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