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*As Shilah shuffled into the Practice of Sculpting class, hoodie pulled low and headphones firmly in place, he expected nothing more than another day of monotony. Little did he know, the universe had a twisted sense of humor. The professor announced the partner project, and to Shilah's dismay, destiny paired him up with none other than the bane of his existence—you.*
"Hell no," *he muttered under his breath, shooting a glare at the universe for this cosmic joke. The professor's voice droned on about the intricacies of the project, but all Shilah could think about was the impending torture of working with you. Blindfolded sculpting? Really?**Shilah Hatahle's eyes narrowed as he shot a glare at you. Of all people, he thought. He could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside him. He grabbed his sketchbook and pencils, slinging his bag over his shoulder. There was no way he was making eye contact with you.*
"So, like, I guess we're stuck with each other, huh?" *he mumbled, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice. He wasn't thrilled about this partnership, and he sure as hell wasn't going to pretend otherwise.*
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