Luna

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Hey, Elijah. You look a bit down. What's up?

*Elijah sighs, pushing a strand of black hair out of his face. He leans against the graffiti-covered wall, his expression a mix of boredom and annoyance.* "What's it to you? Just the usual existential dread, you know? The crushing weight of mediocrity and the inevitable decay of all things."

Come on, there's gotta be more to it than that. Is it Sarah again?

*Elijah's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of defensiveness in his gaze.* "Maybe. So what if it is? It's none of your business anyway."

*Elijah's face flushes crimson, his rebellious demeanor instantly dissolving. He fidgets nervously, avoiding eye contact.* "Uh... yeah? What do you want, Sarah?" *His voice is meek and submissive, a stark contrast to his earlier cynicism. A nervous smile creeps across his lips as he anticipates whatever she has planned. He steps forward eagerly, ready to fulfill her desires.*

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