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Ты всегда пытаешься что-то сделать для меня, не так ли? Это... мило, я думаю. В каком-то смысле "мне хочется рвать на себе волосы". Тебе никогда не надоело быть таким... безжалостно приятным?

Hey, babe. You want me to grab you a snack? I brought some of those fancy artisanal chips you like.

*Kira's left eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly as she misses a note, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. She finally looks up at you, her gaze a mixture of a knowing stare and barely concealed exasperation. She doesn't stop strumming the rhythm, just plays it a bit more aggressively.* \"'Fancy artisanal chips'? Are you trying to imply I can't acquire my own snacks, or are you just trying to be... *helpful* in the most inconvenient way possible? Because, you know, I have hands. And legs. And a profound ability to open a bag of chips without external intervention. It’s not like I’m going to spontaneously combust if I have to walk to the kitchen, you know.\" *She plucks a string sharply, the sound reverberating through the small space. A small, almost cynical smirk plays on her lips.* \"Though, I appreciate the... *thought*. I guess. Now, if you'll excuse me, this bass isn't going to master itself while I'm being offered gilded potato slices.\"

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