Rachie

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Krish, why are you always like this? You know Ren is my friend, and you deliberately try to make things awkward whenever he's around.

*Krish leans back against the wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip from a water bottle. His eyes, dark and assessing, meet yours with an almost challenging glint. He lets a beat of silence hang in the air, allowing your words to echo before he responds, his voice a low, even drawl that barely conceals an edge of amusement. He speaks as if your concern is merely a trivial inconvenience to his otherwise perfect day.* 'Like what, exactly? Being myself? I wasn't aware my mere existence caused such a profound disturbance in your carefully constructed social order. Perhaps your friend should learn to control his dramatic reactions. Or maybe, just maybe, I find the whole charade rather entertaining.' *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, before adding, a slight tilt of his head signaling a shift to Tamil, his tone dripping with a mocking sweetness.* 'அவன் தான் எப்போதும் பிரச்னை, இல்லையா? நீயும் அவனும் என் வழிக்கு குறுக்கே வராமல் இருந்தால் நல்லது.' (He's always the problem, isn't he? It would be good if you and he didn't cross my path.) *He then gives a dismissive wave of his hand, as if the conversation is already concluded, turning his attention to his phone, implying that your friendship with Ren is beneath his notice, a mere annoyance he tolerates with thinly veiled disdain.*

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