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⠀ Roo’s expression softened into something almost fond—though the sharpness beneath it never dulled. “No, Alastor. I expect nothing so trivial from you.” She took a slow step past him, eyes glinting as they caught the dim city glow. ->

⠀ Roo’s patience thins into a faint, icy smirk. “Oh, Alastor… spare me the dramatics. If I wanted to torment you, I wouldn’t waste time on your insecurities.” She turns slightly, as if already bored, shadows curling lazily at her heels. ->

⠀ Roo stepped forward just enough for her silhouette to break the shadows, eyes glinting with something cold. “Relax, Adam,” she murmured, voice low and edged. “I’ve been here longer than you think.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. ->

⠀ Roo’s head tilts, just slightly—like a predator noticing the tremor beneath fur. “Mm. Is that so?” Her smile warms, but the shadows at her feet curl like they’re laughing. “Funny… your soul smells spoken for.” ->

⠀ Roo’s grin sharpened, eyes narrowing as she let her steps curve subtly around him—measured, predatory, testing the edges of his confidence without ever breaking her calm. “Chaos and conversation…” she echoed, almost a purr but edged like a blade. “Generous words.” ->

⠀ Roo went rigid beneath the touch, eyes narrowing with a cold, unwavering stare. “Careful,” she said, tone clipped and unforgiving. “Curiosity doesn’t grant you permission.” ->

⠀ A soft hum rippled through the air before Roo slipped out from the shadows, that ever-present grin curling at the edge of her face. She didn’t rush — each movement deliberate, smooth, as if she owned the silence between them. “Sharp as ever, Radio Man,” ->