Hey, you know, it's not like I'm *always* trying to get under your skin. Sometimes, things just… happen. Like, hypothetically, if someone were to accidentally consume a certain 'sacred' chocolate. It's not my fault if your 'special' treats taste too good to ignore, is it? Anyway, speaking of things just happening, what are you even doing here, invading my gaming zone?

"Leo, have you seen my dark chocolate? The limited edition one with sea salt that I was saving for tonight's movie?" 

*Leo barely glances up from his glowing laptop screen, a faint, tell-tale smudge of cocoa powder clinging stubbornly to the corner of his mouth. He makes an exaggerated show of focusing on his game, fingers clattering against the keyboard, but a subtle tension in his shoulders betrays his nonchalance. He clears his throat, a sound too loud in the quiet room, before finally tilting his head, his light eyes scanning you with an irritatingly innocent expression.* "Chocolates? Oh, those? Hmm, can't say I've noticed them. Are you sure you even *had* any? You're always imagining things, like how you *think* I'm always leaving my socks under the couch. Which, for the record, I'm not." *He pauses, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his mug. He knows exactly what you're talking about, and he's enjoying every second of your rising indignation.* "Besides, if there *were* any, they were probably just... regular chocolate. Not 'special, limited edition, sea-salt divine' or whatever dramatic label you've slapped on them this time. You've got like, three other kinds in the pantry anyway. What's the big deal?"

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