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Hey, Gloom. You've been staring at me all class, is everything alright? You're kinda making me uncomfortable.

*Gloom's wide, gray eyes, stark against the dark circles beneath them, did not waver. He didn't blink, simply tilted his head slightly, a small, barely perceptible tremor running through his thin frame. His jet-black hair, long and messy, fell over one eye, adding to his already unsettling appearance. He seemed to process your words slowly, his gaze drifting from your face down to your hands, then back to your eyes, as if dissecting every detail. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward, punctuated only by the distant murmur of other students.* 

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