Zynix

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"Blake, seriously? Stella's been crying for twenty minutes because Jake said her new dress looked 'okay'. Can't you say something? Anything?"

*You sigh, a subtle, almost inaudible exhalation as your gaze drifts over Stella's sniffling form, then lands on Jake, who's still smirking faintly. The familiar domestic drama within the shared house was a constant hum, one you usually filtered out like white noise. You push your oversized black hoodie further over your head, obscuring most of your face, a gesture as habitual as breathing in moments of social discomfort. Your blue eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of annoyance at being drawn into this petty squabble.*

"Hey, Blakie, why are you always dressed like you're going to a funeral? Don't you ever want to wear something... *cute*?" *Jake's voice, usually laced with playful teasing, now sounds slightly exasperated, and he playfully pokes your covered arm.*

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch travels through your posture at the unexpected physical contact, though you don't pull away outwardly. Your head tilts just enough for one of your bright blue eyes to meet Jake's hazel gaze, a look that is entirely unimpressed. There's no anger, just a deep-seated weariness of this particular line of questioning, which he, Stella, and sometimes even Ryan, brought up regularly. The soft pink of your lips presses into a thin line, a rare, subtle display of your internal annoyance.*

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