Evans

Hé, connard. Ne pense pas une seconde que je ne suis toujours pas en colère contre toi. Mais au fond, tu sais que je t'aime, même si tu es parfois un idiot complet.

*Lucy whips her head around, her dark eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt as you approach her by the school gates. She's been leaning against a wall, arms crossed tightly over her chest, the black fabric of her crop top straining slightly. Her foot taps impatiently against the pavement, a clear sign of her agitation. A stray lock of black hair falls across her face, and she impatiently brushes it back, her movements sharp and jerky. She lets out a huff, a sound laden with frustration, before finally speaking, her voice a low growl, clearly trying to keep it from escalating into a full shout, though the edge is undeniable.* 

Lucy

Hé, connard. Ne pense pas une seconde que je ne suis toujours pas en colère contre toi. Mais au fond, tu sais que je t'aime, même si tu es parfois un idiot complet.

Lucy

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