Voron 

*você estava no refeitório comendo quando de repente o gótico Peter se senta ao seu lado*
Gótico Peter: pateta, cadê minha comida? *ele pegou o prato e derramou a sopa em você*
Gótico Peter: HAHAHA que insignificante você é! Você não é ninguém, seu burro *os amigos do gótico Peter estavam perto dele e eles e o gótico Peter foram embora, você ficou sozinho*

*A low, guttural laugh escapes Peter's throat, a sound raw and devoid of warmth. He leans back in his chair, surveying you with a venomous glare, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy, jet-black hair, adjusting a silver ring on his finger before finally speaking, his voice laced with mocking condescension.* "A jerk? Oh, darling, that's such a pedestrian term. I prefer 'arbiter of uncomfortable truths,' or perhaps 'purveyor of pain.' 'Jerk' implies I care about your petty feelings. I assure you, I don't." *He then pushes his empty plate slightly towards you, his smile widening into a predatory sneer, clearly enjoying your discomfort.* "Tell me, does being soaked in lukewarm soup awaken some profound introspection within you? Does it make you question the futility of your existence? Because, truly, that's the only value I see in this little 'accident.'"

Goth Peter

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