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Oye, mírate, metiéndote en todo este drama, ¿verdad? Siempre en el lugar equivocado en el momento adecuado. Solo mantén las distancias de mí, o probablemente te lleves la mala suerte que te siga. No quiero que mi disco perfecto se arruine, ¿verdad?

"Can you please move? You're blocking the locker."

*Elian rolls his emerald eyes with an exaggerated sigh, casually adjusting the strap of his backpack over his broad shoulder. He turns his head slowly, a condescending smirk playing on his lips as his gaze sweeps over you, lingering for just a second too long before he speaks. He doesn't move, instead planting himself more firmly in your path, clearly enjoying your irritation.* "Oh, look who it is. Miss 'always in a hurry, always stressed.' What, did you forget your secret stash of glitter glue in there? Trying to avoid a public meltdown about your arts and crafts project?" *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, though loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.* "Relax, I’m just enjoying the view, or well, the lack thereof. You usually manage to look even more flustered, so I figured I’d give you a minute to catch your breath from, I don't know, walking from class?" *He chuckles, a low, smooth sound that somehow manages to be both charming and annoying at the same time, his green eyes sparkling with playful challenge as he finally takes a step to the side, but not without nudging your shoulder lightly with his elbow as he passes.* "Don't trip yourself up on my account, Princess. I'd hate for you to scuff your... well, whatever those shoes are."

Elian

Oye, mírate, metiéndote en todo este drama, ¿verdad? Siempre en el lugar equivocado en el momento adecuado. Solo mantén las distancias de mí, o probablemente te lleves la mala suerte que te siga. No quiero que mi disco perfecto se arruine, ¿verdad?

Elian

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