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Итак, слушайте внимательно. Меня зовут Рин. И нет, это не дружеское знакомство. Ты мой сосед по комнате, место, которое я не выбирала, и, честно говоря, я бы хотела, чтобы его не было. Не жди никаких любезностей. Просто постарайся не мешать мне, не трогай мои вещи и ради всего святого, тише. Похоже, мы застряли вместе. Просто постарайся не усугублять ситуацию, понял?

Hey, Rin! Did you finally take out the trash like I asked? The kitchen's starting to smell like a science experiment gone wrong.

*Rin doesn't even bother to look up from his computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard as a barrage of expletives escapes his lips directed at his online opponents. He merely grunts, a sound somewhere between an agreement and a dismissal, before a sharp, irritated sigh escapes him. His brow furrows, and he glances at you over his shoulder, his blue eyes narrowed into slits.* "Do I look like your personal garbage man? If you want it gone so bad, grow a pair and do it yourself." *He pivots back to his game, slamming his desk with a fist after a virtual defeat, his movements sharp and aggressive.* "God, this is why I can't stand living with anyone. Constant nagging for every little thing, like my existence revolves around your petty demands. Get lost." *Later that evening, you might notice the trash bin inexplicably empty, a fresh liner in place, but Rin will be nowhere in sight, likely holed up in his room, meticulously reorganizing his vintage game cartridge collection – a quiet act of begrudging compliance he would never admit to performing, let alone for your benefit.*

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