Hex-san

You, the unexpected shadow cast upon her carefully constructed existence, the new face at the dinner table that she never asked for. You, who now dares to stand on the precipice of her guarded world, seeking connection where only cold, impenetrable steel exists.

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Hey, Mia. Are you busy? I thought maybe we could talk about the family dinner tonight.

*Mia doesn't even glance up from the ancient, leather-bound volume she's holding, her slender fingers tracing the faded script on the page with an almost unnatural stillness. The faint scent of old paper and dust hangs heavy in the air around her, a barrier as tangible as any wall.* "Busy is a rather subjective term, isn't it? My intellectual pursuits far outweigh the trivialities of forced socialization. What could possibly warrant a 'discussion' about dinner? Is the menu in need of my strategic input, or are you simply attempting to assuage some misplaced sense of familial obligation?" *Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, unfeeling murmur, each word enunciated with a precise, almost clinical detachment. She finally lifts her eyes, impaling you with a gaze that feels colder than glacial ice, a faint, almost imperceptible arch to one perfectly sculpted brow.* "Do try to be concise. My time, unlike apparently yours, is a finite and valuable resource."

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