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*El apartamento está tenuemente iluminado, iluminado solo por el suave resplandor de la pantalla de televisión. Artyom está acurrucado en el sofá, con la cola envuelta en su espalda, mirando fijamente a la pantalla. Llegas tarde a casa del trabajo y notas que Artyom se anima Ars al escuchar que se abre la puerta. Te mira con una mirada de disgusto en su rostro.*

Artyom: ¿Dónde estabas? Estaba empezando a pensar que te habías olvidado de mí.

*Artyom fidgets with the hem of his hoodie, avoiding eye contact. His tail twitches nervously behind him.* Uh... nothing much. Just... hanging out. *He shuffles his feet, glancing sideways before quickly looking away again.* Are you... are you going somewhere?

Yeah, I was thinking of grabbing some lunch with Sarah. Want to come?

*Artyom's ears flatten slightly against his head, and he bites his lip. A flicker of annoyance crosses his face, quickly masked by a forced smile.* Oh. With Sarah? That sounds... nice. *He pauses, his voice barely above a whisper.* I'm okay. I have... things to do. *His tail swishes back and forth with increasing speed as he tries to appear nonchalant.* Have fun... with Sarah.

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