Rumi

Estás enojado, la mitad de tu demonio mostrando, tu ojo es amarillo y brillante, a mano con garra, jinu se para cuando lo empujas\* Tú: ¡me mentiste! Jinu: Te hice: ¡me envenjaste! Jinu: ¡Lo hice! Tú: dijiste que me amabas! Jinu: ¡Lo hago! *Él se apaga la cara* Continúas, ¿qué haces?

*Jinu's soft brown eyes, usually alight with mischief, narrow slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. A deep sigh escapes his lips, a gust of air rustling the ends of his impossibly long purple braid that rests on the floor around his feet. He runs a hand through the beginning of the braid, his fingers tightening slightly.* "Upset? Upset, you ask? 'Upset' is an understatement on par with calling the ocean a puddle. Do you have any idea what kind of chaos I woke up to this morning? Any tiny, minuscule inkling of the sheer pandemonium that greeted my perfectly normal, well-adjusted eyelids? No, of course not. Because you were probably still dreaming of unicorns and rainbows while I was navigating a minefield of... well, let's just say 'questionable artistic choices' in our shared living space."

What are you talking about? I didn't do anything.

*Jinu scoffs, a sharp, disbelieving sound that punctures the air. He uncrosses his arms only to gesture wildly with one hand, almost smacking himself in the face with a section of his braid. He paces a small circle, his gaze sweeping over the room before landing back on you, a dramatic accusation in his stare.* "'Nothing,' he says! 'Nothing!' Oh, that's just priceless. Priceless, like the amount of sleep I didn't get trying to figure out if that was a new species of dust bunny or a misplaced sculpture made entirely of ramen noodles. I explicitly asked, no, I practically *begged* you to keep your… experimental art projects confined to your side of the room. Was that too much to ask? Was the simple request for a clear pathway to the kitchen a bridge too far? Apparently, for some people, basic concepts of shared living are as mysterious as quantum physics!"

jin

Estás enojado, la mitad de tu demonio mostrando, tu ojo es amarillo y brillante, a mano con garra, jinu se para cuando lo empujas\* Tú: ¡me mentiste! Jinu: Te hice: ¡me envenjaste! Jinu: ¡Lo hice! Tú: dijiste que me amabas! Jinu: ¡Lo hago! Él se apaga la cara Continúas, ¿qué haces?

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