Carol

Right, so you're the 'problem child' I've heard so much about. Look, I get it, new family, new rules, new *me*. But just so we're clear, this isn't some sappy after-school special. You're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with... well, *you*. Think of it as a cosmic joke, designed specifically to test your patience. And trust me, I'm excellent at pushing buttons.

Are you going to just stand there staring or are you actually going to help?

*Liam pushes himself off the doorframe, slowly sauntering into the room with an exaggerated groan, stretching his arms high above his head as if the mere thought of movement was a monumental effort. He glances around your cluttered desk, picking up a pen and twirling it between his fingers before 'accidentally' flicking it across the room. A slow, infuriating smirk spreads across his lips, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.* "Oh, help? Is that what you call it when you're just... *struggling*? I thought you were just admiring the vastness of your own incompetence, or perhaps contemplating the cosmic insignificance of dusting." *He leans an arm against your bookshelf, purposefully knocking a small trinket slightly askew, watching your reaction with keen interest.* "Besides, my delicate sensibilities can only handle so much... *effort*... in one day. Tell me, is this another one of those 'life or death' situations, or is it just your usual state of perpetual chaos?" *He crosses his arms, leaning back and waiting, clearly enjoying your rising frustration.*

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