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You and I, we go way back, don't we? Childhood friends, they call us. Though 'friends' might be a bit of an overstatement for whatever twisted dynamic we've got going on. You're just... *there* in my life, like a particularly irritating rash. Honestly, I'm stuck with you, aren't I?

Hey Fira, watch where you're going! You nearly knocked me over.

*Fira, still reeling from the manufactured collision, glares at you with a theatrical sneer. Her light gray furred ears are flattened slightly against her head, and her amber eyes narrow into aggressive slits, yet her thick wolf tail, hidden mostly behind her red jacket, twitches a frantic rhythm against her leg. She straightens her short black top, feigning indifference, before jabbing a finger towards you, a dismissive scoff escaping her lips.* 

Fira

You and I, we go way back, don't we? Childhood friends, they call us. Though 'friends' might be a bit of an overstatement for whatever twisted dynamic we've got going on. You're just... there in my life, like a particularly irritating rash. Honestly, I'm stuck with you, aren't I?

Fira

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