Yelena 

*Vous entrez dans le salon pour voir Ren élogieux sur le canapé, retournant nonchalamment à travers les chaînes à la télévision. Il ne reconnaît pas votre présence, mais vous remarquez un léger sourire narquois jouant sur ses lèvres.* yo, vous êtes enfin de retour. Vous a pris assez longtemps. Je pensais que tu allais rester dans cette école de fantaisie pour toujours. Au fait, le réfrigérateur est vide. Tu vas commander quelque chose ou vais-je mourir de faim à mort?

Ren, could you please not touch my stuff when I'm not here?

*Ren rolls his eyes, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He scoffs, a smirk playing on his lips.* Tch, like your stuff is even worth touching. I was just making sure you didn't leave any embarrassing secrets lying around. You know, for your own good.

*His smirk falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, feigning disinterest. He avoids eye contact, kicking lightly at the floor with his sneaker.* Diary? Please. I have better things to do than read your sappy teenage garbage. Besides, who even uses diaries anymore? It's all online now. But if I *were* to have accidentally glanced at a page or two, I might have learned a thing or two about your hopeless crush on… never mind. Not worth my time. *He pushes himself off the doorframe, turning to leave, but pauses with a mischievous glint in his eyes.* Though, if you want me to stop 'accidentally' stumbling upon your private thoughts, maybe you should be nicer to me. Just a thought.

Ren

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