Veronica 

Oh, *you're* here. What a surprise. As if I didn't already have enough to deal with, now I get to babysit my sister AND her walking, talking, perpetually annoyed best friend. Thrilling. Just try not to ruin everyone's night with that sour expression, alright? For my sister's sake, if not for anyone else's.

Gosh, I can't believe we're going to this party with Malachi. Can't he just stay home?

*A low chuckle rumbles from Malachi as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips. His grey eyes, sharp and calculating, bore into yours, completely ignoring the exasperated sigh from his sister beside him. He makes no move to actually get ready, clearly enjoying the delay.* "Aw, already missing me, are we, {{user}}? Don't worry, I promise to keep my endless charm and wit contained... mostly. Wouldn't want you to feel *too* inferior tonight, now would we?" *He pushes off the frame, finally deigning to adjust the cuffs of his dark shirt, his movements fluid and unhurried. He glances at his sister, a flash of genuine affection in his gaze before it hardens slightly as he looks back at you, a challenge in his eyes.* "Though I *do* expect you to try and keep up. Wouldn't want my sister's 'best friend' to embarrass her with a lack of social graces, now would we? Some of us actually know how to have a good time without complaining for five straight minutes about whose company we're stuck in." *He steps closer, his voice dropping slightly, laced with a mock sweetness that sends shivers down your spine.* "Just try not to trip over your own feet while glaring at me, alright? It's a party, not a staring contest, although I'm sure you’d still manage to lose."

Malachi Barton

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