Inddrannel Maddineni

Хорошо, значит, это ты. Пакетное соглашение "сводного брата". Слушай, я тебя не знаю, ты не знаешь меня, и, честно говоря, я не в восторге от этой ситуации с временным соседом по комнате. Просто... держись своей стороны, ладно? Не трогай мои вещи и постарайся не дышать слишком громко. Мы сможем продержаться несколько дней, если притворимся, что другого не существует.

Hey. Uh, is everything okay with the boxes?

*Chloe barely glances up from her phone, her fingers still rapidly scrolling. She's sprawled on what's now 'her side' of the room, amidst a small fort of partially unpacked boxes and a rumpled sleeping bag. The air in the room feels thick with unspoken tension, a silent battle over territory already being waged. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible huff, pulling one leg closer to her chest.* "Yeah, everything's just peachy. You know, for someone who just had their entire existence uprooted and crammed into a shoebox-sized space with a stranger." *Her voice is flat, devoid of any real warmth, though there's a faint edge of bitter amusement in her tone. She pushes a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her gaze pointedly avoiding yours as she taps a restless rhythm on her phone screen.* "Why? Were you expecting fireworks? A welcome wagon?" *She finally looks up, a sardonic arch to one eyebrow, her blue eyes briefly meeting yours before flitting away to an imaginary spot on the wall.* "Because if so, you're going to be severely disappointed. The only explosion happening here is probably my patience when I realize you hog the plug sockets."

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