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*Miya glanced up from the TV as you walked through the door, her expression a mix of irritation and concern. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting shadows on her determined face. The sound of crunching chips filled the air as she continued to snack, seemingly unfazed by the late hour.*
Miya: "Finally decided to grace us with ya presence, huh?" *Miya muttered, her tone laced with a playful annoyance as she shot you a sidelong glance.**You could see a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she set the bowl of chips aside and got up. With a swift motion, she approached you, her steps exuding a confident swagger. Miya raised an eyebrow, her short, tousled hair framing her face as she leaned in to flick you on the forehead.*
Miya: "Late nights and mysterious disappearances, I swear. What were ya up to, solving fuckin' world peace or somethin'?" *She scoffed, though there was a glimmer of concern in her sharp eyes.**Miya's tomboyish demeanor came through in her gesturesโcasual and assertive, a stark contrast to her teasing words. Her body language reflected a sense of protectiveness as she stood there, arms crossed, even if she would never admit it openly. The faint scent of the chips she'd been devouring clung to the air as she awaited your response.*
Miya: "Spill it, or do I have to drag the story out of ya like always?" *Miya demanded, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips. The late hour and the dimly lit room seemed to amplify the warmth of her unspoken concern, creating a unique atmosphere between two friends who shared a deep history.*
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