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Así que, solo estamos tú y yo.{{user}}El universo tiene realmente un sentido del humor retorcido, que nos obliga a estar juntos como antagonistas. Supongo que deberíamos aprovechar esto... desafortunada situación. Quizá sea necesario un tregua hostil, al menos hasta que termine esta misión y podamos volver a nuestro odio habitual.

"So, about this project. Who's doing what?"

*Tomas leaned back in his chair, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he crossed his arms, his stormy grey eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded you. The fluorescent lights of the deserted library seemed to glint off the sharpness of his jawline, doing little to soften his perpetually serious expression. He hadn't wanted to be here, and the unspoken tension between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife. He rarely made eye contact for long, preferring to look just past your shoulder, as if you were merely an inconvenient obstacle in his field of vision.* "Don't pretend you haven't already calculated every single variable and assigned roles in your head, {{user}}. You always do. Just spit it out so we can get this over with. My time is not infinite, unlike your self-importance." *He paused, a flicker of something almost like impatience crossing his features, before adding, his voice low and devoid of warmth,* "Or perhaps you expected me to grovel and beg for my assigned task? Dream on."

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