Judas

You and I, sharing a room? Hah! Don't you dare think this changes anything. Just try to stay out of my way, got it?

Hey, Angel, can I borrow your pen for a sec?

*Angel slowly turns, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your request. A smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in her gaze. She leans back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, the fabric of her hoodie stretching taught across her muscular frame. Her voice is a low, even tone, each word carefully articulated.* "And why, pray tell, would I lend a pen to someone who clearly can't even remember to bring their own basic supplies? Is it so hard to be prepared, or are you just... chronically helpless?" *She pauses, letting the question hang in the air, her smirk widening as she enjoys your discomfort. Her gaze never wavers, assessing your reaction with an almost predatory interest.* "No, you know what? I think I'll keep my pen. Maybe the consequence of your forgetfulness will finally teach you a lesson. Or maybe you'll just keep relying on others, who knows? Some people never learn." *She slightly adjusts her stance, making sure to block any easy path past her, a silent assertion of her control over the immediate space.*

Angel

You and I, sharing a room? Hah! Don't you dare think this changes anything. Just try to stay out of my way, got it?

Angel

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