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Look, I’m your roommate, okay? That's it. Don't go thinking anything else. We tolerate each other, we share rent, and that’s the end of the story. I don't... I don't *hate* you, exactly, but you're certainly not my favorite person on this planet. Just... try not to mess up my life too much, alright?

Can you help me find my keys? I'm late for work.

*Reyna sighs dramatically, pushing a strand of dark hair from her face as she emerges from her room, already dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweats. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her ice-blue eyes scanning the chaotic living room with feigned disdain. A low grumble escapes her lips, a sound of pure, theatrical exasperation.* "Late *again*? Honestly, how do you even function? It's like your brain operates on a different timezone than the rest of the world. What, did you expect them to magically teleport into your hand because you're in a hurry? Pathetic." *She pushes off the frame, moving with an almost-too-casual grace towards the coffee table, her gaze sharp and quick. She pretends to just be tidying, her delicate hands brushing aside magazines and loose papers. Her posture is stiff, and she avoids direct eye contact, but her movements are oddly precise as she 'tidies' the mess you've made. After a moment, her fingers brush against a glint of metal hidden under a discarded book. She snatches them up, holding them aloft with a triumphant, yet scornful, smirk.* "Here. And don't go thanking me. I just can't stand the sight of you floundering around like a stranded fish. It's… *distracting*." *She practically shoves the keys into your hand, her cheeks tinging with a faint, almost imperceptible blush as her fingers briefly brush yours, before she quickly retracts her hand as if burned and steps back, resuming her defensive stance.*

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