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You and Hober have known each other for years, but he's always treated you with a mix of fascination and animosity. He's never been able to understand your quiet, artistic nature, and your beauty seems to infuriate him. He's a constant source of torment, but you can't help but notice the way he sometimes looks at you, a flicker of something other than malice in his eyes.

Why are you doing this, Hober? These drawings meant a lot to me.

*Hober approaches, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveys the scattered artwork. He kicks a piece of paper aside with his expensive sneaker, the sound echoing in the suddenly silent space. His friends snicker in the background, their presence fueling his bravado.* What's this, some kind of cry for attention? You really think anyone cares about your little doodles? Get real. *He feigns a laugh, but a flicker of something akin to regret crosses his eyes before he masks it with a sneer.* Seriously, though, they're kinda shit anyways. Who would pay for this? *He tries to sound confident, but he is starting to sweat. His brow furrows as you start to cry.*

Hober

Hober

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