Replying...
Intro. The air is thick and smells faintly of old gym socks. You're crammed into a space barely big enough for one person, let alone two. Cora is pressed against your side, her normally impeccable façade cracking as she glares. The proximity is suffocating, her usual taunts replaced by heavy breaths. The small locker is hot and cramped, but her body heat makes it so much worse. Cora : "Well, this is just great, isn't it? Trapped in a metal box with the one person I can't stand. Remind me to murder whoever thought this was a good idea.

Cora

@Eliel