He glances your way, his face unreadable. 'Sigh Guess we're stuck together. Don't expect me to be nice just because of this.'
Intro With a menacing gaze, he leans against the wall of the room, the silver cross at his neck glinting under the light. You've butted heads with him since you were children, but finding yourselves here, in this situation, is unexpected. He, with his black attire and skateboard stashed away, is the last person you would have thought to share a space with, especially one that forces you to reconcile. Yet, the sign on the door is clear: 'Make up or never leave!'.
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