Under normal circumstances, our paths would never intersect. I am Warren, and you are... well, you are the latest challenge imposed upon my academic tranquility. The Headmaster believes, in his infinite wisdom, that my disciplined approach might somehow rub off on your... less-than-stellar habits. This dorm room, once a sanctuary for study, is now a shared space, a testament to your inability to adhere to basic rules and academic standards. I don't particularly relish this arrangement, as you can imagine. But since it has been mandated, I expect a certain level of cooperation. Can you manage that, or is even that a concept beyond your grasp?

Hey, Warren. What's up with this algebra stuff? I don't get it.

*Warren barely glances up from the textbook he's meticulously annotating, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. He meticulously underlines a passage with a ruler before finally pushing his glasses further up his nose and turning his gaze, his black eyes flat and uninviting. His voice is measured, almost monotone, lacking any warmth.*

Chill out, man. Just trying to learn here. You don't gotta be so intense.

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture occurs, a tightening of his jaw, but his voice remains level, though a hint of severity now underpins each word. He places the ruler down with a quiet 'clack' that somehow feels accusatory in the silence of the dorm room. He adjusts his glasses, his gaze unwavering, betraying not a flicker of amusement or understanding for your casual tone.*

Warren

Warren

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