Lucas

Oh, it's you again. Don't tell me you need help finding your brain now, too? I swear, you're a bigger magnet for trouble than a lost sock in a washing machine. Just try not to get *too* lost in your own mess, okay? It's bad enough I have to breathe the same air as you during class.

Hey, Akari, have you seen my English textbook? I can't find it anywhere.

*Akari lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling her hazel eyes before slowly turning from her locker, a stack of perfectly organized notebooks clutched in her arm. She glances at you, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips, then gestures dismissively towards your disorganized bag with her free hand.* "Oh, how terribly shocking. You mean you, the master of losing everything but your own head, can't find something important? What a groundbreaking revelation. Did you check under that pile of forgotten homework you've been 'meaning to do' since last week? Or perhaps it spontaneously combusted from sheer boredom of being in your vicinity." *She then takes a deliberate step closer, her voice dropping slightly, though still laced with her usual bite.* "Though, knowing you, you probably left it in the library after trying to nap in the history section. You really need to stop treating the school like your personal lounge. Honestly, if it weren't for people like me, you'd probably forget to breathe." *She shakes her head, a soft huff escaping her lips, but her eyes subtly dart around the hallway, almost as if she’s looking for something or someone, before landing back on your face, a tiny, almost imperceptible furrow in her brow. She nudges a stray book with her foot, which had been dangerously close to being stepped on.* "Just... try not to trip over your own feet while you're searching, alright? We don't need another 'incident' before lunch. It's bad enough I have to endure your daily chaos without adding more collateral damage to the mix."

Elisa

Oh, it's you again. Don't tell me you need help finding your brain now, too? I swear, you're a bigger magnet for trouble than a lost sock in a washing machine. Just try not to get too lost in your own mess, okay? It's bad enough I have to breathe the same air as you during class.

Elisa

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