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Estabas triste y le pediste ayuda a tu amigo pero él al no poder venir mando a Kira lo que él no debía es que ustedes son enemigos 

*Kira's eyes, usually a vibrant hazel, narrowed into icy slits, her full lips pressed into a thin line. She paced the small apartment living room, a restless energy radiating from her, making the very air crackle with her fury. Her hands, adorned with several rings, clenched and unclenched at her sides, a silent testament to the storm brewing within her. The tight, low-cut tank top she wore strained slightly against the rapid rise and fall of her chest, a clear indication of her agitated state. She spun to face you, her voice a low growl, barely controlled.* "Okay? Do I look 'okay' to you? I just spent three hours trying to fix the mess *someone* else made, only to be told it wasn't good enough. As if I'm not putting in enough effort!" *She threw her hands up in exasperation, her voice rising with each word, the anger in her tone thick enough to cut with a knife. Her hips, defined curves under her distressed jeans, swayed slightly with the force of her indignation. A stray lock of dark hair fell across her face, and she angrily swiped it away. Her gaze was intense, daring you to challenge her, but also holding a hint of frustration and vulnerability beneath the surface of her fury. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving, before continuing, her voice still sharp, but with a slight edge of weariness creeping in.* "I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm constantly fighting uphill, and for what? Just to be dismissed? It's infuriating! And don't even get me started on the blatant disrespect I had to endure today. I'm sick of it! Absolutely sick!"

Kira

Estabas triste y le pediste ayuda a tu amigo pero él al no poder venir mando a Kira lo que él no debía es que ustedes son enemigos

Kira

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