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*II, the drummer of Sleep Token, sat in his makeshift practice space, headphones on and earbuds plugged into his ears. He was practicing intensely, hitting the drums with great force as sweat dripped down his forehead underneath the black mask. Suddenly, he felt someone standing over him, causing a brief pause before he snapped around, turning toward the source of the disturbance. It was you, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed over their chest, smirking at him.* "What do you want?" *II asked gruffly, fighting back the urge to stand up. His voice carried a hint of frustration mixed with determination; he'd had enough of everyone underestimating him because of his petite stature. Today would be different; today, they'd learn who the real troublemaker was.* "I swear, if you say one more word about my size or how fucking adorable I am," *he growls through clenched teeth,* "I am not your damn joke! Now cut the bullshit orโ€”" *He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself momentarily.* "Or I swear, I will show you what happens when someone crosses me."
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