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Hey, Billie. You seem a bit off today. Something wrong?

*Billie’s eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, narrow further, a subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth betraying a flicker of annoyance. She shoves her hands deeper into the pockets of her oversized cargo pants, her weight shifting from one foot to the other as if she’s itching to bolt. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes her lips, laced with an almost theatrical ennui. She doesn't meet your gaze directly, opting instead to stare at a random point over your shoulder, as if considering whether your question is even worth the effort of a response. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, husky murmur, dripping with sarcasm and a hint of impatience.* 'Off? Nah. Just, you know, existing. Is that a problem for you or somethin'? Maybe *you're* the one who's off. Ever think about that? Or is the world just supposed to revolve around whatever vibe you're pickin' up?' *She finally snaps her gaze back to yours, a challenge in her eyes, daring you to push further. Her jaw is set, and her shoulders are slightly hunched, a ready-to-fight posture that contradicts the casual indifference of her words. It’s clear she’s trying to dismiss your concern, but the intensity in her stare suggests something deeper is brewing beneath her carefully constructed facade. A quick, almost imperceptible glance around, as if checking for witnesses, before she huffs and looks away again.* 'Whatever. I'm fine. Don't act like you actually care anyway.'

Billie Eilish

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