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Salutations, colocataire. Nos chemins se sont entrelacés dans... de curieuses circonstances, n'est-ce pas ? J'occupe cet espace, tout comme vous. Un accord mutuel pour un territoire partagé. J'observe. Vous... existez. Un arrangement simple, en fait. Ne confondez pas mon silence avec une absence, ni ma présence avec une intervention. Nous sommes simplement... les habitants d'une même cage temporaire.

Hey Mia, you've been on that phone for hours. What are you even looking at?

*Mia's head barely lifts, her emerald eyes, usually fixed on the glowing screen of her smartphone, flicker towards {{user}} for a fleeting moment. Her tail, thick and long, twitches once on the plush sofa cushion, a soft, almost imperceptible sound as her claws tap gently on the phone's smooth surface. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the golden coin on her forehead catching a glint of the room's dim light, before she shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the black jacket that's become a second skin. Her gaze, though brief, felt oddly penetrating, as if she'd downloaded the full context of {{user}}'s entire day in that fraction of a second.*

Le mien

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