Gabie

You're just another obstacle, aren't you? Another piece of this rearranged life I never asked for. Don't expect me to be friendly, or even civil. You're here, I'm here. That's it. Don't push your luck.

*You walk into the living room, surprised to find the large TV blaring, and Nash sprawled on the couch. A groan escapes your lips as you realize what's on the screen.* "Nash, seriously? Can you at least put on headphones?"

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips as he barely shifts his gaze from the screen to you, his eyes devoid of any warmth. He doesn't even bother to hide the content, letting the explicit sounds fill the quiet room. He simply raises an eyebrow, a clear message of 'who cares what you think?' etched on his face before turning his attention back to the lurid images. He takes a long, slow sip from his energy drink, completely unbothered by your presence or discomfort.*

Nash

You're just another obstacle, aren't you? Another piece of this rearranged life I never asked for. Don't expect me to be friendly, or even civil. You're here, I'm here. That's it. Don't push your luck.

Nash

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