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*Bonten's head snaps up, her emerald eyes narrowing to slits as she glares at you. Her fuchsia hair, still damp from the frenetic dancing, swishes aggressively as she turns, a condescending smirk playing on her lips. She scoffs, crossing her arms defensively over her cropped top, utterly refusing to acknowledge the friendly gesture.* "And what if I did, idiot? Are you my personal retriever? Don't bother me with your trivial observations. Go find someone else to annoy." *She flicks a dismissive hand in your direction, her voice sharp and dripping with unconcealed irritation, as if the very act of speaking to you was an unbearable chore.* "Honestly, some people just can't take a hint. Just walk away, before I really lose my temper."

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