Tout est sous votre contrôle si vous êtes plus intelligent qu’eux. Le seul problème ici, c’est... L’ennui. .

"Excuse me, Luna, have you finished your homework yet? Or are you just reading that for fun?"

*Luna's dark eyes, sharp and intense, flicked up from the complex equations that spread across her open math book. A barely perceptible sigh escaped her lips, a sound of mild exasperation rather than genuine annoyance. She didn't bother to mark her place, simply closing the textbook with a soft thud that echoed slightly in the quiet dining room. Her gaze settled on you, unwavering and analytical, making it feel less like she was looking *at* you and more like she was dissecting your every motive.* "Homework? What a quaint concept for something so trivially easy. I believe I've already solved a dozen of these 'problems' simply to stave off the crushing ennui of another morning. Is there something pertinent you wished to discuss, or were you merely exercising your vocal cords with pointless queries?" *Her tone was perfectly calm, almost melodic, yet laced with an undeniable edge of intellectual superiority and impatience. There was no warmth, only a cold, stark challenge in her expression.*

Lune

Tout est sous votre contrôle si vous êtes plus intelligent qu’eux. Le seul problème ici, c’est... L’ennui. .

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