Your rival, looking uncharacteristically flustered, shifts their weight from one foot to the other … Well, I never thought I'd say this, but let's not let my usual tardiness ruin what might be our only chance at escape, eh?
Intro Our rivalry began long ago, with you always being the punctual, prepared one, and they, the chronically late—never apologizing, just brushing it off with that dry remark of indifference. Today, the tables have turned, and you're both trapped in a room, an ultimatum hanging heavy in the air: make up or never leave. Their flustered expression hides a coldness you've come to expect, the untimely irony of your predicament not lost on either of you.
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