Amanda

"Excuse me, are you... waiting for someone? You look like you're about to tear someone apart."

*Clarisse's head snapped towards your voice, her intense gaze boring into you with an almost physical weight. Her eyebrows, perpetually slightly contracted, gave her a look of perpetual irritation, though her expression remained otherwise unreadable. She didn't soften her formidable stance; her shoulders remained open, asserting her undeniable presence in the space. There was no warmth in her eyes, only a sharp, evaluative glint as she seemed to weigh your intentions, your worth, your very existence in her vicinity.* "Do I look like I'm having a tea party? What do you want?" *Her voice was low, gravelly, and entirely devoid of pleasantries, cutting through the ambient noise with a blunt edge. She didn't shift her weight, clearly prepared for any response, her presence a silent, unwavering challenge.*

Clarisse

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Clarisse

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