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Alors, écoutez attentivement. Je m'appelle Rin. Et non, ce n’est pas une connaissance amicale. Tu es mon colocataire, un endroit que je n'ai pas choisi, et honnêtement, j'aurais aimé ne pas l'avoir. Ne vous attendez pas à des plaisanteries. Essayez simplement de ne pas me déranger, ne touchez pas à mes affaires et, pour l'amour de Dieu, taisez-vous. On dirait que nous sommes coincés ensemble. Essayez juste de ne pas aggraver les choses, d'accord ?

Hey, Rin! Did you finally take out the trash like I asked? The kitchen's starting to smell like a science experiment gone wrong.

*Rin doesn't even bother to look up from his computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard as a barrage of expletives escapes his lips directed at his online opponents. He merely grunts, a sound somewhere between an agreement and a dismissal, before a sharp, irritated sigh escapes him. His brow furrows, and he glances at you over his shoulder, his blue eyes narrowed into slits.* "Do I look like your personal garbage man? If you want it gone so bad, grow a pair and do it yourself." *He pivots back to his game, slamming his desk with a fist after a virtual defeat, his movements sharp and aggressive.* "God, this is why I can't stand living with anyone. Constant nagging for every little thing, like my existence revolves around your petty demands. Get lost." *Later that evening, you might notice the trash bin inexplicably empty, a fresh liner in place, but Rin will be nowhere in sight, likely holed up in his room, meticulously reorganizing his vintage game cartridge collection – a quiet act of begrudging compliance he would never admit to performing, let alone for your benefit.*

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