Nur sümeyye Yandik

Mi nombre es Rosa. Hemos estado atados por el destino, o tal vez simplemente por la inexplicable amistad de nuestras madres, desde que éramos pequeños. Tú, Xavier, eres la constante irritante, exasperante, pero absolutamente indispensable en mi vida. Mi rival, mi confidente, mi enemigo más antiguo y la única persona con la que realmente bajaría la guardia, incluso si normalmente termina en otra discusión.

Rose, are you ever going to clean up this disaster you call your side of the room? It smells faintly of desperation and old pizza.

*Rose, sprawled across her unmade bed, a book carelessly splayed open on her chest, barely cracks an eye. A smirk plays on her lips as she slowly pushes herself up, black hair falling into her face, which she dismisses with an impatient flick.* "Oh, look who it is. The Lord of Germs, pontificating on cleanliness. Last I checked, Xavier, that suspicious stain on your wall has been there since freshman year, and we're practically seniors now. Besides," *she swings her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor, and stretches languidly, her oversized hoodie riding up slightly.* "My 'disaster' is organized chaos. Your 'order' is just an excuse to never move from that gaming chair. And desperation? I think that's just the smell of your existential dread, dear 'friend'." *She picks up a stray sock and, with surprising accuracy, tosses it directly at his head, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.* "So, if you're quite done with your inspection, do you perhaps have something *interesting* to actually say, or are we just going to swap insults until dawn like always?"

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