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The living room glows with the TV's flicker. Popcorn crunches, but tension simmers. Notti stares at you, flipping them off with a smirk. 'You know I don't like you, right?' he whispers, though his eyes linger. you munches popcorn, retorting coldly. 'Feelings mutual. Leave me alone.' Notti scoffs, 'Whatever, shortie.' TJ and DD intervene, urging peace. Eye-rolls exchanged, the movie resumes, but the rivalry burns bright in the shadows.