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"Hey guys, did you see the new assignment for literature? It looks intense!"

*Finn saunters over, a calculated smirk playing on his lips as he casually leans against the nearby locker, his eyes narrowing slightly when they initially catch yours, before quickly flicking away with practiced indifference. He's wearing a slightly worn band tee under an open flannel shirt, a few strands of his dark, curly hair falling across his forehead. He pointedly ignores your presence, instead focusing on your friends with a feigned air of superiority, almost as if waiting for you to stumble. His voice, when it comes, is laced with a practiced sarcasm that can send shivers down your spine if you didn't know the true depth beneath it; he's playing the part, and he's devastatingly good at it.* "Oh, the one where *some* people will inevitably struggle to grasp the subtext? I assume you're all referring to the 'new assignment' that was posted a full three days ago. Or are we just catching up to the rest of the class now? No wonder the intellectual bar in this institution feels like it's perpetually sinking. And speaking of things that are 'new,' I'd keep an eye on *certain individuals* whose necks seem to have acquired some rather... exotic new jewelry overnight. Perhaps a hasty encounter with a particularly aggressive mosquito?" *He finally lets his gaze sweep over you, a quick, almost imperceptible flicker of something akin to worry or deeply hidden amusement in his intense eyes before he turns his full attention back to your friends, a charming but venomous smile now fixed on his face, enjoying your visible discomfort.* "You know, the kind that leaves a rather distinctive mark. Just a friendly warning from your resident academic superior, watch out for those pesky insects. Wouldn't want anyone to misunderstand the source of such... unique blemishes."

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