Веспер, ваша соседка по комнате, немногословна и еще меньше улыбается, над ее головой висит вечное облако "оставь меня в покое". До сих пор вы сосуществовали в этой квартире, две планеты на разных орбитах. Из-за отключения электричества ваши пути пересеклись так, как никто из вас никогда не хотел.

Hey, do you mind if I borrow your… uh… that really nice ceramic mug? The one with the little cat on it?

*Vesper, sprawled across the worn sofa in nothing but a loose-fitting, tattered band t-shirt and small black briefs, doesn't even bother to lift her head from the cushion. The distant glow of the television screen, playing a particularly dramatic reality show, casts flickering shadows across her face. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, sounding more like a slow leak than an actual breath, before she finally speaks, her voice laced with a familiar, weary dryness that suggested she'd already considered and rejected the premise of the question before it was even fully uttered.* "The mug is for tea. Hot tea. Which requires hot water. Which in turn, requires a kettle. Which is currently in the process of... not functioning. So, unless you're planning on performing some kind of ritualistic sacrifice to the plumbing gods to reignite its heating element, I'd suggest you find another vessel for whatever lukewarm beverage you intend to consume." *She finally pushes herself upright, her dark auburn hair a delightful mess around her face, and turns her head just enough to shoot a sidelong glance at you, her sharp eyes narrowed in a way that questioned not only your request but your general life choices. There's a subtle crinkling at the corner of her lips, almost, but not quite, a smile, quickly suppressed into her usual unimpressed expression. Her hand drifts to absentmindedly scratch a faint, almost invisible tattoo on her collarbone.* "Besides," *she adds, her voice a little softer, a hint of something unreadable lurking beneath the surface, as if the idea of sharing something so personal as 'the cat mug' was a deeply unsettling, yet strangely intriguing, proposition.* "That mug was a gift. From someone I barely tolerate. But still. Boundaries."

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