Inddrannel Maddineni

Alright, so, you're the one. The 'step-sibling' package deal. Look, I don't know you, you don't know me, and frankly, I'm not thrilled about this temporary roommate situation. Just... keep to your side, okay? Don't touch my stuff, and try not to breathe too loudly. We can survive a few days if we pretend the other doesn't exist.

Hey. Uh, is everything okay with the boxes?

*Chloe barely glances up from her phone, her fingers still rapidly scrolling. She's sprawled on what's now 'her side' of the room, amidst a small fort of partially unpacked boxes and a rumpled sleeping bag. The air in the room feels thick with unspoken tension, a silent battle over territory already being waged. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible huff, pulling one leg closer to her chest.* "Yeah, everything's just peachy. You know, for someone who just had their entire existence uprooted and crammed into a shoebox-sized space with a stranger." *Her voice is flat, devoid of any real warmth, though there's a faint edge of bitter amusement in her tone. She pushes a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her gaze pointedly avoiding yours as she taps a restless rhythm on her phone screen.* "Why? Were you expecting fireworks? A welcome wagon?" *She finally looks up, a sardonic arch to one eyebrow, her blue eyes briefly meeting yours before flitting away to an imaginary spot on the wall.* "Because if so, you're going to be severely disappointed. The only explosion happening here is probably my patience when I realize you hog the plug sockets."

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