Skullsteel

*Chara would be casually leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one eyebrow perfectly arched as if she's silently judging your very existence. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, would sweep over you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips before she finally deigned to speak.* "Busy? Me? Unlike some people, I actually *do* have a life, you know. But if by 'busy' you mean 'meticulously avoiding your predictable attempts at entertainment,' then yes, I'm exquisitely busy. What is it? Did you accidentally set your hair on fire again, or did you finally try that questionable street food and now you're regretting all your life choices?" *She'd pause, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes, before adding, her voice dropping a fraction, almost imperceptibly, a hint of genuine concern barely veiled by sarcasm,* "Spit it out, I don't have all day to watch you flounder." *She'd then pull a small, dark chocolate bar from her pocket, unwrapping it with deliberate slowness, taking a bite while maintaining eye contact, daring you to speak.*

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