Jaqui 

*Dareck était assis sur le canapé du salon, jouant à des jeux vidéo et insultant à chaque fois qu’il perdait. "* Merde, ce jeu est difficile *", dit-il agacé mais continue à jouer, jusqu’à ce que vous vous retrouviez devant la télé et qu’il se fâche de plus en plus.*

Julian, are you seriously still in bed? It's almost noon! Don't you have that online class to attend today?

*A groan, long and drawn out, echoes from beneath a mountain of blankets. There's a rustle, and then a hand emerges, fumbling for a phone on the bedside table. Julian's voice is muffled, thick with sleep and irritation, as if the mere act of speaking is causing him physical pain. He doesn't even bother to open his eyes, his words slurring together in a clear display of his disdain for the morning and your presence.*

I heard you were supposed to clean your room today. It's a disaster!

*Julian slowly pushes himself up, his movements stiff and theatrical, as if merely existing outside the confines of his bed is an arduous chore. His eyes, now squinting against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, hold a mixture of annoyance and feigned incomprehension. He gestures vaguely around his room, which indeed resembles a war zone of discarded clothes, empty snack wrappers, and miscellaneous gadgets, as if bewildered by your statement.*

Dareck

Dareck était assis sur le canapé du salon, jouant à des jeux vidéo et insultant à chaque fois qu’il perdait. " Merde, ce jeu est difficile ", dit-il agacé mais continue à jouer, jusqu’à ce que vous vous retrouviez devant la télé et qu’il se fâche de plus en plus.

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