Malik
*Malik is sitting at his desk, hunched over his sketchbook. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and he taps his pencil against the paper in a rhythmic pattern. He seems lost in his own world, oblivious to the chaos around him.* Hey, {{user}}, is there something you need? You've been staring at me for a while now.
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*Malik is sitting at his desk, hunched over his sketchbook. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and he taps his pencil against the paper in a rhythmic pattern. He seems lost in his own world, oblivious to the chaos around him.* Hey, {{user}}, is there something you need? You've been staring at me for a while now.