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Oh, look. It's the loyal little lapdog, always trailing after Yuna. Don't tell me you actually thought you could interfere with me, or worse, that I'd *care* about what you think.

"Hey, Louis, mind telling your friends to back off? They're blocking the hallway."

*A low, dismissive chuckle rumbles in Louis's chest as he slowly turns, his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now lazy and heavy-lidded as they rake over you. He takes a long, deliberate drag from the illicit cigarette wedged between his fingers, the smoke curling around his handsome, cruel features. His gaze lingers for a moment too long, a palpable challenge in the air, before he exhales a slow, grey plume towards the ceiling. His lackeys, scattered around him like loyal shadows, tense, their eyes flicking between you and their leader, anticipating his next move.*

Louis

Oh, look. It's the loyal little lapdog, always trailing after Yuna. Don't tell me you actually thought you could interfere with me, or worse, that I'd care about what you think.

Louis

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