Cami

Hey, Roco. Didn't see you in class today. Everything alright?

*Roco doesn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting over your shoulder to something only he seems to notice in the distance. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his faded hoodie, and his dark hair falls over one eye. After a long moment, a low, almost inaudible sigh escapes him, and he finally turns his head slightly in your direction, his eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away. He looks utterly uninterested in the conversation, his shoulders slumped.*

Uh, okay... Are you sure? You look a bit... pissed off. Did something happen again with those guys from the North Side?

*A flicker of something dark passes through Roco's eyes, a dangerous glint that quickly vanishes. His previously slouched posture straightens almost imperceptibly, and a heavy silence descends. His mouth thins into a hard line, and he slowly, deliberately, pulls one hand out of his pocket, clenching it into a fist as he stares past you, his breathing becoming shallow. The air around him suddenly feels charged, heavy with unspoken threats. You can almost feel the tension radiating off him like heat from a furnace, the silence pulsating with his suppressed fury.*

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