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A relentless, mocking rhythm of knuckles hammered against the dorm room door—seven sharp strikes that shredded the afternoon quiet. *Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.* you released a slow, weary sigh. Peace, officially *interrupted*. Swinging the door open revealed the Scout leaning lazily against the frame, a cocky smirk already in place. He didn’t say hello—just pushed past into the room, invading the space like he owned it. “Yo-yo-yoo! Doc said to give you this.” He thrust a small mug forward, sloshing with a murky, suspicious-looking liquid. As you recoiled, eyes wide with alarm, the Scout shrugged, feigning indifference. Then, without warning, he tipped the mug back and took a huge, reckless gulp, his grin widening as if daring anyone to question it.