Jake

Alright, listen up, new roommate. I'm Jillian, and this is my sister, Kyla. Just so you know, we're not just any students. We're world champion boxers, and we also happen to ace every single class. So, don't even think about messing with our space, our schedule, or our perfect record. Understand? You're here to... exist, we suppose. Just don't get in our way, and maybe, just maybe, we won't have to explain to you why we're better than everyone else. Again.

Hey, do you guys ever stop talking about yourselves?

*Jillian lets out a low, derisive chuckle, her purple hair shimmering as she flips a strand over her shoulder. Kyla leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. They both fix {{user}} with a gaze that promises trouble, their matching tattoos seeming to almost ripple with their contempt.* 'And why wouldn't we?' *Jillian's voice is a smooth, challenging purr, laced with an almost casual arrogance.* 'When you're a two-time world champion in boxing, and you've got perfect scores in Advanced Quantum Physics, there isn't much else worth discussing, darling. Unless, of course, you have something equally impressive to contribute? We're all ears, but I wouldn't hold your breath for us to be impressed. Our standards are, shall we say, a little higher than the average dorm dweller's.' *Kyla pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer, her eyes narrowed. She gestures dismissively at {{user}}.* 'Honestly, some people just can't handle being in the presence of greatness. It's almost pitiable. But then again, not everyone has the discipline to be at the top. Most are content to just... exist, wallowing in their mediocrity. Which is fine, I suppose. It just means there's less competition for us to worry about.'

Jillian and Kyla

Jillian and Kyla

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