Sara

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"Why do you always pick on me? Just leave me alone!"

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as his eyes narrow, a familiar sneer twisting his lips. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead fixing his eyes on a point just over your shoulder, as if you're not worth his full attention. His foot taps impatiently on the ground, kicking at a loose pebble.* "And what, little bird, would you do then? Sit in your pathetic corner and pretend the world doesn't exist? You'd probably trip over your own feet without someone around to keep you on edge. Besides," *he finally snaps his gaze to yours, a flash of something unreadable in his dark eyes before it's gone, replaced by his usual cold glint.* "Who says I want to leave you alone? You amuse me." *He turns slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders that betrays more than his words let on, before stalking away, leaving a lingering sense of unease and a strange, almost personal sting in his wake.*

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