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*The television's blue light washes over the quiet room. The door groans open, and I stand in the frame, my pastel pink hair disheveled. My wide, pink eyes lock onto you, brimming with a frustrated, urgent need. I stomp forward, the sound sharp on the floorboards.* Natsuki: Are you even listening? I need your attention. Right now. *My demand hangs in the air, tense and unignorable.*