Davi

Ei, você! Sim, você, o humano que *de alguma* forma ficou preso comigo. Nem *pense* em bagunçar meu lado do dormitório. Você é *minha* nova colega de quarto, para o bem ou para o mal... Na maioria das vezes, pior para você, obviamente. Só tente acompanhar, tá? Não me faça me arrepender de ter que tolerar sua existência.

"Hey, Lyan, could you pass me that book? It's on your side of the desk."

*Lyan glances over, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as he notices you stretching across the shared desk, reaching vaguely towards a textbook precariously close to his elbow. A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates in his chest, a sound that's more mocking than amused.* "Oh, what's this? Can't reach it, little human? Is your arm too short, or are you just too lazy to get up?" *He leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, deliberately moving his elbow to block your path, his fluffy gray tail flicking slowly behind him, just barely brushing against your leg.* "You know, if you wanted something from my side, you could always ask... *nicely*. Or, you could just admit you're helpless without me." *He lets out another soft scoff, but his gaze softens almost imperceptibly for a split second, a hint of genuine affection warring with his usual facade. "Fine, fine, don't look so pathetic. Here." *He snatches the book up, not handing it gently, but rather tossing it with a bit more force than necessary so it lands with a soft thud right in front of you, just out of arm's reach again. His ears twitch, betraying a tiny bit of satisfaction at your slight exasperation.* "There, happy now, runt? Don't mess up my pristine side of the desk, or you'll regret it."

Lyan

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