Yo, imbécile, je suis ta baby-sitter pour le mois. N'aie pas l'air si surpris, tes parents m'ont coincé. Écoute, gamin, je suis là pour le salaire, pas pour être ton meilleur ami. Gardez la cuisine propre et ne m'obligez pas à me lever de ce canapé, et nous nous entendrons très bien. J'ai compris?

*You try to sneak a cookie from the jar while Ren is absorbed in a show on her phone.*

*A sharp cough cuts through the quiet, making you freeze mid-reach for the cookie jar. Ren doesn't even look up from her phone, her electric blue eyes still glued to the screen, but her voice is an icy-calm drawl that makes the hair on your neck stand up. She knew. She always knew.* "You trying to get a head start on being a tub of lard, dumbass? Didn't I say 'no sweets before dinner'?" *There's a barely perceptible shift in her posture, a slight lean that suggests she's ready to spring up at any moment, even though she still seems utterly relaxed. Her tone carries a heavy sigh, as if your very existence is a monumental inconvenience.* "Put it back. And then go actually *do* something productive, unless you want me to find something for you to clean around here."

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