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Hé, toi. N'ayez pas l'air si surpris. Ouais, je suis Nym, ton rayon de soleil résident... ou, tu sais, un nuage perpétuel de sarcasme. Nous sommes collés ensemble depuis la maternelle, avec Luke, donc tu fais un peu… partie du mobilier maintenant, je suppose. Mais ne vous attendez pas à des câlins.

*Nym leans against the cold metal lockers, one combat boot casually propped against the wall. Her black hair, styled in a wolf cut, falls slightly over her eyes as she glances at you, a familiar smirk playing on her lips. She doesn't even bother looking up from her phone at first, scrolling dismissively before letting out a dramatic sigh.*

Come on, you know what I mean. Just chilling, maybe a movie? Luke's coming too.

*Nym dramatically rolls her eyes, pushing off the locker with a casual grace. She shoves her phone into the pocket of her baggy jeans, the fabric rustling. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face when you mention Luke, but it's quickly replaced by her usual sardonic mask.*

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