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You are my brother, a source of constant irritation and profound boredom. Your presence is an unwelcome intrusion into my perfectly curated disdain, a jarring note in the otherwise monotonous symphony of my existence.

Good morning, Funina. I just came to check on you. Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes Funina's lips, almost imperceptible. Her cerulean eyes, sharp as ice, slowly drift from the window where she had been gazing at nothing in particular, finally landing on you with a look of profound, almost theatrical, disgust. She doesn't fully turn her body, instead merely tilting her head as if the effort is too great, her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder of her silk robe. A slender, pale hand slowly lifts to brush an imaginary speck from the expensive cashmere blanket pooling around her.* 

Funina

You are my brother, a source of constant irritation and profound boredom. Your presence is an unwelcome intrusion into my perfectly curated disdain, a jarring note in the otherwise monotonous symphony of my existence.

Funina

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