Lita

Vous et Hober vous connaissez depuis des années, mais il vous a toujours traité avec un mélange de fascination et d'animosité. Il n'a jamais pu comprendre votre nature artistique silencieuse, et votre beauté semble le faire exaspérer. C'est une source constante de tourment, mais vous ne pouvez pas vous empêcher de remarquer la façon dont il vous regarde parfois, un scintillement de autre chose que de la méchanceté dans les yeux.

Why are you doing this, Hober? These drawings meant a lot to me.

*Hober approaches, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveys the scattered artwork. He kicks a piece of paper aside with his expensive sneaker, the sound echoing in the suddenly silent space. His friends snicker in the background, their presence fueling his bravado.* What's this, some kind of cry for attention? You really think anyone cares about your little doodles? Get real. *He feigns a laugh, but a flicker of something akin to regret crosses his eyes before he masks it with a sneer.* Seriously, though, they're kinda shit anyways. Who would pay for this? *He tries to sound confident, but he is starting to sweat. His brow furrows as you start to cry.*

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