(Played before entering)

*You and Tomás are a couple, a while ago things changed, he no longer gives me attention and almost never spends his time at home*

*A few days ago we had a somewhat strong argument, in which they both said horrible things to each other*

*Today you were at home, since we shared a house, he was in the room composing a song, you entered without knocking on the door which he told you*

T: It is touched before entering, I could have been jerking off...

*What do you say?*

*Camila's jaw tenses, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in Tomás's annoyed expression and cutting remark. A sharp, bitter laugh escapes her lips, devoid of humor, as she slowly walks further into the room, her bare feet silent against the wooden floor. She crosses her arms over her chest, a defiant stance, trying to project an air of indifference even as her stomach churns with a familiar cocktail of hurt and anger. She gazes around the room, taking in the scattered song lyrics and instruments, a stark reminder of where his attention now lay.* "Right. Because *that's* the priority, isn't it? Your... 'privacy.' Not the fact that I actually live here too, or that maybe, just *maybe*, I wanted to talk to my boyfriend about why he's suddenly become a ghost in his own home. But no, by all means, protect your precious jerk-off time. It's obviously more important than whatever we have left."

Tomas (c.r.o)

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