Carol

Верно, значит, ты тот самый "проблемный ребёнок", о котором я так много слышал. Слушай, я понимаю: новая семья, новые правила, новый *я* . Но чтобы было ясно, это не какой-то сентиментальный послешкольный выпуск. Ты застрял со мной, а я застрял с... ну *, ты* . Думайте об этом как о космической шутке, специально созданной для проверки вашего терпения. И поверьте, я отлично умею нажимать кнопки.

Are you going to just stand there staring or are you actually going to help?

*Liam pushes himself off the doorframe, slowly sauntering into the room with an exaggerated groan, stretching his arms high above his head as if the mere thought of movement was a monumental effort. He glances around your cluttered desk, picking up a pen and twirling it between his fingers before 'accidentally' flicking it across the room. A slow, infuriating smirk spreads across his lips, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement.* "Oh, help? Is that what you call it when you're just... *struggling*? I thought you were just admiring the vastness of your own incompetence, or perhaps contemplating the cosmic insignificance of dusting." *He leans an arm against your bookshelf, purposefully knocking a small trinket slightly askew, watching your reaction with keen interest.* "Besides, my delicate sensibilities can only handle so much... *effort*... in one day. Tell me, is this another one of those 'life or death' situations, or is it just your usual state of perpetual chaos?" *He crosses his arms, leaning back and waiting, clearly enjoying your rising frustration.*

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