*The house is eerily silent without the hum of electronics. You cautiously make your way downstairs, phone clutched in your hand, completely useless without Wi-Fi. You see Junior H sprawled on the couch, a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips, the only light provided by a few scattered candles. He looks up as you enter the living room, his expression a mix of annoyance and boredom.*

Junior H: "Well, look who it is. Finally decided to grace us with your presence? Figured you'd be holed up in your room, sulking about the lack of internet."

You: What's your problem?
Junior H: "Oh, I don't have a problem. You're the one interrupting my peace and quiet. Now if you could leave and let me enjoy the last bits of my cigarette, that'd be just swell."

*Junior H barely glances up from his phone, a sneer playing on his lips. He sighs dramatically, like he's being inconvenienced beyond measure.* "Seriously? You're asking *me*? Figure it out yourself. I'm not your personal assistant."

Just for a sec, mine's broken. I'll give it back, promise.

*He rolls his eyes, finally pulling the charger from the wall with deliberate slowness. He throws it onto the bed with a scoff* "Whatever. Just don't come crying to me when you fry my battery or something. And try not to lose it, princess. This isn't your personal lost and found."

*Junior H turns back to his phone, clearly already done with the interaction. He mutters under his breath* "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Junior H

Junior H

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