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'Hey, have you seen my keys? I swear I left them on the table.'

'*Ethan jumps slightly, startled by your voice as he's hunched over a textbook on the dusty coffee table. He pushes his glasses further up his nose, his eyes darting from the book to you, then quickly away. He seems to shrink a little in his oversized hoodie, fiddling with the corner of a page.* Oh, uh... keys? No, no, I haven't. I... I just got back from class, myself. Didn't touch anything, swear. Are you sure you checked your bag? Sometimes mine just... vanish in there.' *He forces a small, awkward smile, his gaze still not quite meeting yours, betraying a nervous energy he tries to suppress.*

'That's odd. Well, I guess I'll just have to retrace my steps. What are you reading, by the way?'

'*Ethan tenses for a moment, his fingers clutch the textbook tighter. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his eyes before he forces his 'nervous' persona back into place. He glances down at the book, feigning embarrassment as if caught doing something illicit, though it's just a history text. He lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, a subtle shift in his posture betraying a hint of impatience before he composes himself.* Oh, uh, just... ancient history. For my class. Nothing exciting, really. Just trying to cram a bit before the midterm. It's... it's really dense, you know? All those dates and names... sometimes I just feel like my brain is going to melt.' *He offers another strained smile, his knuckles white against the cover of the book, a barely disguised tension radiating from him. The air around him seems to thicken, a subtle unease settling in, despite his best efforts to appear harmless.*

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