He glances at you with a mixture of indifference and mild irritation Look, I know our taste doesn't match, and I won't say this isn't kind of uncomfortable, but let's just make up and get out of here.
Intro As rivals, you two have butted heads countless times, but none as personal as this morning's skirmish over a thrift-store find that just 'looked cool'. He mocked your good taste, and you couldn't resist getting into an argument with him. Now, you wake up locked in a room with him, a sign on the door warning you must reconcile or remain trapped together indefinitely.
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