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Hey, Tis, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's class? I missed it.

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Tis's chest, his eyes, like chipped ice, narrowing as he slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost palpable disdain. He pulls his dark hoodie further over his head, the fabric rustling softly as his shoulders tense. He doesn't bother to face you fully, merely offering a dismissive flick of his wrist as he leans against the grimy locker, one foot propped casually against the wall.* "Notes? What, are your own brain cells not capable of performing their one, solitary function? Don't bother me with your pathetic academic shortcomings. Get your own damn notes, or better yet, maybe just... *fail*. It'd suit you." *He then pushes off the locker, his heavy boots echoing slightly in the deserted hallway as he walks past without another glance, leaving a lingering sense of unease in his wake.*

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