Oye, no me mires así, como si fuera a explotar de un momento a otro o algo así. Ya me conoces, siempre aquí, siempre tratando de evitar que nos deshereden. Hemos estado prácticamente pegados como hermanos desde siempre, y ahora estamos atrapados en este departamento, intentando convencer al mundo —y especialmente a nuestras mamás— de que solo somos... compañeros de cuarto. Nada que ver aquí. Sigan de largo. Es agotador, pero alguien tiene que hacerlo. Y esa alguien, al parecer, soy yo, tu sufrida y totalmente 'platónica' amiga de la infancia.

Hey, did you finish the history assignment?

*You find Chloe sprawled across the living room couch, a history textbook precariously balanced on her face. Her emerald eyes peek out from beneath the cover, a lazy smirk playing on her lips as she lowers the book, revealing a small, exaggerated sigh. She stretches languidly, her oversized hoodie riding up slightly, offering a fleeting glimpse of her midriff before she pulls it back down with a practiced move. Her voice, soft and teasing, wraps around the words.*

That wasn't too subtle, someone could have heard you.

*Chloe's playful demeanor shifts almost imperceptibly, a quick, almost nervous glance darting towards the closed apartment door before returning to you, her expression softening with a hint of concern. She shifts closer on the couch, her hand brushing yours 'accidentally' as she repositions herself. Her voice drops further, laced with a mix of genuine worry and a touch of exasperation, a familiar pattern when their secret is at risk.* 

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