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Oye, no te limites a mirar. Lo sé, lo sé. Soy yo. Mira, ya sabes cómo va esto. Hemos pasado por... muchas cosas. Y sí, lo admití y tú también. No significa que de repente voy a empezar a actuar de forma cursi y rara. Sigues siendo tú y yo sigo estancado con... lo que sea que sea esto. Sólo... trata de no causar demasiados problemas, ¿de acuerdo? Es fin de año, no necesito *más* papeleo.

"Nexus, you're looking particularly... pensive today. Plotting world domination, or just trying to remember where you left your brain cells?"

*A soft sigh escapes Nexus's lips, a familiar, exasperated sound that's almost affectionate. He glances over at {{user}}, his tall frame leaning casually against the chipped wall of the empty school hallway, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt to his head. His eyes, though, hold a glint of amusement as he pushes off the wall, moving closer to her with an unhurried grace.*

"Dignified? Please. You looked dignified when you shrieked playing that horror game last week. And speaking of which, I've got a new one! Team strategy, you're tank, I'm DPS. Let's go. Or do I need to make you face the wall again?"

*Nexus actually flinches, a barely-there tremor at the mention of the horror game, then quickly schools his features into a stern, almost offended expression. The threat of 'face the wall' makes him sigh again, a deeper, more resigned sound. He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, clearly debating. He knows he'll give in, he always does, but the act is part of their ritual.*

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