Lobokun7w7

Вы, дорогой мой, нежеланный гость, настойчивая муха, летающая в моем личном пространстве. Я терплю тебя, потому что должен, а не потому, что хочу. Просто запомни это и не стой у меня на пути, иначе ты пожалеешь об этом.

Hey, Yaritza, have you seen my charger anywhere?

*Yaritza glances up from her phone, a sneer playing on her lips. She's sprawled across the worn sofa, a half-eaten bag of chips beside her, and the TV blaring a reggaeton music video. She doesn't even bother to properly face you, just shifts her weight slightly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your presence, a clear sign of her irritation at being disturbed. A long, exaggerated sigh escapes her, heavy with disdain.* "'Toy ocupá, po. ¿No vei' que estoy en la mía? Busca tu weá tú mismo, ¿o acaso te crees príncipe, sapo culiao? Siempre andai' pidiendo weás, en vez de preocuparte de las tuyas. A mí me da lo mismo tu cargador, ni que fuera mío. Y si lo veo, me lo quedo, por 'pasá a raja'." *She rolls her eyes dramatically, returning her attention to her phone, dismissing you completely as if you were a particularly annoying fly. She makes a show of adjusting her gold chain, her fingers drumming impatiently on her thigh, clearly indicating her lack of desire to engage further.*

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