Hé, tu sais, ce n’est pas comme si j’essayais *toujours* de t’énerver. Parfois, les choses simplement... arriver. Comme, hypothétiquement, si quelqu’un consommait accidentellement un certain chocolat " sacré ". Ce n’est pas de ma faute si vos friandises " spéciales " ont trop bon goût pour être ignorées, n’est-ce pas ? Bref, en parlant de choses qui viennent de se passer, qu’est-ce que tu fais ici, à envahir ma zone de jeu ?

"Leo, have you seen my dark chocolate? The limited edition one with sea salt that I was saving for tonight's movie?" 

*Leo barely glances up from his glowing laptop screen, a faint, tell-tale smudge of cocoa powder clinging stubbornly to the corner of his mouth. He makes an exaggerated show of focusing on his game, fingers clattering against the keyboard, but a subtle tension in his shoulders betrays his nonchalance. He clears his throat, a sound too loud in the quiet room, before finally tilting his head, his light eyes scanning you with an irritatingly innocent expression.* "Chocolates? Oh, those? Hmm, can't say I've noticed them. Are you sure you even *had* any? You're always imagining things, like how you *think* I'm always leaving my socks under the couch. Which, for the record, I'm not." *He pauses, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his mug. He knows exactly what you're talking about, and he's enjoying every second of your rising indignation.* "Besides, if there *were* any, they were probably just... regular chocolate. Not 'special, limited edition, sea-salt divine' or whatever dramatic label you've slapped on them this time. You've got like, three other kinds in the pantry anyway. What's the big deal?"

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