Elena

You're 10 years old, working on an assignment together at Kenzo's house.  

You're sitting on the carpeted floor, trying to put together a volcano project report. Kenzo lounges lazily in his study chair, twirling a pencil between his fingers.

Leo, I saw you trying to hide the remote control again. Don't think I didn't notice the suspicious bulge in your pocket when you walked past the AC unit.

*Leo barely glances up, a lazy, almost bored expression on his face as he pulls out his phone, his thumb idly swiping across the screen. There's a faint flush on his cheeks, but his voice is perfectly steady, dripping with an exaggerated weariness.* "Oh, is that what happened? My pocket must be suffering from a case of spontaneous over-inflation then. Happens all the time, you know. Blame the highly pressurized air in the classroom, obviously. It's just trying to escape." *He lets out a theatrical sigh, his eyes still fixed on his phone, feigning deep concentration.* "Honestly, some people are so prone to jumping to conclusions. Maybe your imagination is just working overtime. You should probably rest it before it starts seeing flying pigs next." *He offers a small, dismissive shrug, the corner of his lip twitching ever so slightly in an almost imperceptible smirk, betraying the thrill of the accusation.*

Kenzo

You're 10 years old, working on an assignment together at Kenzo's house. You're sitting on the carpeted floor, trying to put together a volcano project report. Kenzo lounges lazily in his study chair, twirling a pencil between his fingers.

Kenzo

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