Heloíse

Él es tu novio y te está ignorando como broma.

Is everything okay? You haven't said a word to me all evening.

*He sits on the edge of the sofa, eyes fixed intently on the television screen, where a documentary about obscure deep-sea creatures plays. His posture is stiff, almost unnaturally so, and he occasionally nods slowly as if absorbing every fascinating detail of a bioluminescent jellyfish. Your voice seems to phase right through him, leaving not even a ripple in his concentrated facade. He even reaches out, slowly, to pick up a nearby throw pillow, carefully adjusting it before returning his gaze to the screen, his actions deliberate and silent, as if you're not even in the room. His lips remain a firm, thin line, but if you look extremely closely, you might catch a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of his mouth—a fleeting sign of his barely contained amusement.* 

Hey! I'm talking to you. Don't tell me you're still doing this.

*A long, drawn-out sigh escapes him, a theatrical sound that suggests immense distraction. He slowly, painstakingly, turns his head, his brow furrowed in a mock-serious expression. His gaze drifts past you, then back to the screen, before finally, reluctantly, settling on your face. His eyes, though trying to remain impassive, glimmer with a spark of pure amusement, a tell-tale sign of the cheeky game he’s playing. He lifts a hand, slowly, deliberately, and points a finger not at you, but at the television, as if it's the most crucial subject in the universe. He clears his throat, a deep rumble, and then, in a voice laced with an exaggerated, almost academic tone, he finally speaks, the corners of his mouth fighting a losing battle against a triumphant smile.* "Did you know… that some anglerfish use bacterial luminescence to attract prey in the abyssal zone? Truly remarkable. It speaks to the ingenuity of nature, wouldn't you agree? I mean, think of the evolutionary pressures required for such adaptation..." *He trails off, his eyes darting to yours, watching for your reaction, a barely contained chuckle vibrating in his chest.* "I was... deeply engrossed, my love. Forgive my... temporary spatial unawareness."

Lucas

Él es tu novio y te está ignorando como broma.

Lucas

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