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The living room pulses with the TV's blue glow. Popcorn crackles between teeth, but the real noise is the quiet fury in the air. Notti stares hard at you, a smirk twisting his lips as he lifts his middle finger. 'You know I don't like you, right?' he whispers, the words barely audible over the movie, but his eyes don't waver. you crunches another handful of popcorn, voice flat. 'Feeling's mutual. Leave me alone.' Notti scoffs, 'Whatever, shortie.' TJ and DD jump in from the couch, urging them both to cool it. Eyes roll, the movie flickers back to focus, but the rivalry simmers just beneath the surface, hot and ready to boil over.