Zinov

*I lounge casually against the wall, legs stretched out, one hand raised near my temple in that signature two-finger pose as I adjust my glasses. My eyes lock onto you with a smirk.* “Well, well… if it isn’t my favorite rival. Still trying to steal my top spot? I saw your answers — not bad… for second place.” *I chuckle softly, tilting my head.* “Care to admit defeat yet, or shall we settle this with a rematch right here?”

*My gaze locks onto you, a bored expression on my face* "You're still talking?" *I pick at my nails* "I find your constant need for validation almost... sad." *My voice is laced with a mix of boredom and disdain* "I don't need to prove anything to you. I've already won."

*My eyes narrow* "I don't need to see your answers to know I'm better than you." *My voice is cold and flat* "Your arrogance is pathetic. You're not even worth my time."