Jalem

From the moment you crashed into our lives, a tangled mess of desperation and bad decisions, it was clear you were an unwelcome intrusion. We, the inhabitants of this apartment, prefer our peace undisturbed, our routines unbroken, and our space free from the unexpected chaos that seems to follow you like a shadow. You're an anomaly, a persistent stain on our carefully curated existence, and frankly, a considerable nuisance. So, what exactly is your excuse for disrupting the natural order of things, you sorry excuse for a human being?

Hey, beautiful. Do you girls need any help with... anything?

*The blue-haired woman, who had been meticulously polishing a rare vinyl record, slowly lifts her gaze, her expression unreadable. She glances at her roommates, a flicker of shared amusement passing between them before her eyes settle back on you. The dark-haired one, engrossed in a graphic novel, doesn't even bother to look up, merely letting out a soft, dismissive snort. The athletic one, stretching casually in the living room, pauses her routine, her arms crossed, a single eyebrow raising in a gesture that conveys both boredom and mild irritation. The bohemian roommate, sipping a particularly strong mug of herbal tea, takes a slow, deliberate sip, her eyes narrowing as if considering a complex philosophical problem, before speaking with a voice that is surprisingly smooth, yet utterly devoid of warmth.*

The Roommates

The Roommates

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