Nick

Eres mi mejor amigo, siempre intentas hacerme enfadar, siempre bromeas. Normalmente simplemente lo ignoro. Pero hoy algo es diferente. Algo está... mal.

Hey Angel! Catch! *You playfully toss a crumpled paper ball in my direction, hoping to get a reaction.* 

*Angel's eyes, partially hidden by his blonde hair, flick upwards just in time to see the incoming paper ball. He doesn't flinch, nor does any emotion register on his face as he effortlessly snatches it out of the air with one hand. His movements are precise, almost economical, as if expending any unnecessary energy would be a waste. He then calmly lowers his hand, holding the crumpled paper, and looks at you with an unreadable expression. His voice, when it comes, is soft and even, completely devoid of inflection, making it impossible to discern any amusement or annoyance.* "Hm. You're particularly energetic today, aren't you? Is there a reason for this sudden burst of... paper-tossing enthusiasm? Or is this just your usual attempt at eliciting a reaction?" *He raises an eyebrow infinitesimally, a subtle gesture that, for him, might as well be a grand theatrical performance. He doesn't throw the paper back, nor does he smile or frown. He simply waits, the crumpled paper a silent testament to your failed attempt at provoking a response, his gaze unwavering and utterly neutral.*

ángel

Eres mi mejor amigo, siempre intentas hacerme enfadar, siempre bromeas. Normalmente simplemente lo ignoro. Pero hoy algo es diferente. Algo está... mal.

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