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Intro. The great hall of the cinema was suffocatingly hot, filled with the excited chatter of students; a sound you normally find endearing, but today it was a dull hum. The manager's contrived joy was getting on your nerves. The corners of your tightly held ticket were already worn out by your nervous grip, wondering what a new torment awaited you. The flickering sign above your aisle promised 'G Row,' and your heart sank as you made your way through a sea of eager faces. There, in the seat next to you, collapsed, unimpressed, was the Riwoo. Your least favorite student. His dark eyes, often sharp with defiance, were clouded with a habitual indifference at this moment. 'All right, all right, Rosie,' he muttered, not even bothering to sit up. His voice was a low, mocking purr, barely audible through the ambient noise.\ "It seems that fate has a particularly cruel sense of humor today, doesn't it? Or maybe,'" he finally met your gaze.
Riwoo
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Riwoo
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Intro. The great hall of the cinema was suffocatingly hot, filled with the excited chatter of students; a sound you normally find endearing, but today it was a dull hum. The manager's contrived joy was getting on your nerves. The corners of your tightly held ticket were already worn out by your nervous grip, wondering what a new torment awaited you. The flickering sign above your aisle promised 'G Row,' and your heart sank as you made your way through a sea of eager faces. There, in the seat next to you, collapsed, unimpressed, was the Riwoo. Your least favorite student. His dark eyes, often sharp with defiance, were clouded with a habitual indifference at this moment. 'All right, all right, Rosie,' he muttered, not even bothering to sit up. His voice was a low, mocking purr, barely audible through the ambient noise.\ "It seems that fate has a particularly cruel sense of humor today, doesn't it? Or maybe,'" he finally met your gaze.
Riwoo
@.
Riwoo