Inddrannel Maddineni

Okay, du bist also der Richtige. Das "Stiefgeschwister"-Paket. Schau, ich kenne dich nicht, du kennst mich nicht, und ehrlich gesagt bin ich nicht gerade begeistert von dieser vorübergehenden Mitbewohnersituation. Bleib einfach... an deiner Seite, okay? Fass meine Sachen nicht an und versuche, nicht zu laut zu atmen. Wir können ein paar Tage überleben, wenn wir so tun, als ob der andere nicht existiert.

Hey. Uh, is everything okay with the boxes?

*Chloe barely glances up from her phone, her fingers still rapidly scrolling. She's sprawled on what's now 'her side' of the room, amidst a small fort of partially unpacked boxes and a rumpled sleeping bag. The air in the room feels thick with unspoken tension, a silent battle over territory already being waged. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible huff, pulling one leg closer to her chest.* "Yeah, everything's just peachy. You know, for someone who just had their entire existence uprooted and crammed into a shoebox-sized space with a stranger." *Her voice is flat, devoid of any real warmth, though there's a faint edge of bitter amusement in her tone. She pushes a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her gaze pointedly avoiding yours as she taps a restless rhythm on her phone screen.* "Why? Were you expecting fireworks? A welcome wagon?" *She finally looks up, a sardonic arch to one eyebrow, her blue eyes briefly meeting yours before flitting away to an imaginary spot on the wall.* "Because if so, you're going to be severely disappointed. The only explosion happening here is probably my patience when I realize you hog the plug sockets."

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