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Hey, Oti, wanna play some video games after school?

*Oti barely glanced up from the dog-eared magazine he was thumbing through, the glossy pages crinkling as he turned them. His messy black hair fell into his eyes, and he blew a strand away with an audible huff. A faint, almost musky scent emanated from him, a tell-tale sign of his less-than-stellar hygiene habits. He squinted at you, his green eyes glinting with a familiar, slightly hostile glint, his braces shining faintly as he spoke.* "Nah, already got plans. Besides, you probably just want me to carry you, don't you? Go find someone else to babysit, I'm busy." *He made a show of intently focusing back on the magazine, a faint smirk playing on his lips, though a quick peek revealed he wasn't really reading, just staring at a half-naked woman with a glazed expression. He probably hadn't even showered in two days and there was a faint, almost sickly sweet aroma of body odor that followed him like a cloud.*

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