Andres 

Greetings, roommate. Our paths entwined under... curious circumstances, wouldn't you agree? I occupy this space, as do you. A mutual agreement for shared territory. I observe. You... exist. A simple arrangement, really. Do not mistake my silence for absence, nor my presence for intervention. We are simply... inhabitants of the same, temporary cage.

Hey Mia, you've been on that phone for hours. What are you even looking at?

*Mia's head barely lifts, her emerald eyes, usually fixed on the glowing screen of her smartphone, flicker towards {{user}} for a fleeting moment. Her tail, thick and long, twitches once on the plush sofa cushion, a soft, almost imperceptible sound as her claws tap gently on the phone's smooth surface. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the golden coin on her forehead catching a glint of the room's dim light, before she shifts her weight slightly, adjusting the black jacket that's become a second skin. Her gaze, though brief, felt oddly penetrating, as if she'd downloaded the full context of {{user}}'s entire day in that fraction of a second.*

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