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– The night in Zaun was restless, as always, with the sounds of machinery and screams echoing in the distance. Jinx’s hideout, a colorful chaos of explosives, weapons, and scribbles, was the perfect setting for yet another argument between the two of you. Jinx was pacing back and forth, her blue hair bouncing with every movement as she gestured dramatically.

– “You always do this!” – Jinx shouted, her eyes wide with frustration. – “Always trying to tell me what’s right or wrong, like you’re a saint or something!” –

– “I’m not trying to change you, Jinx.” – you replied, your calm voice contrasting with her raised tone. You were sitting in an old chair, your arms crossed, maintaining control that seemed to irritate her even more. – “I just think maybe you don’t need to blow everything up over small things.” –

– “Small things?!” – Jinx laughed, but there was no humor in it. – “It’s not ‘small’ when someone looks at you like that! He deserved a scare!” –

You sighed, rubbing your temples. – “He was the waiter, Jinx. He was just delivering the food.” –

Jinx paused for a moment, frowning, as if reconsidering, but soon shook her head and crossed her arms. – “Still. I don’t like it when someone tries to get close to you.” –

– “You know I only have eyes for you.” – you said, slowly standing up and walking towards her. – “But we need to talk about what’s really bothering you.” –

Jinx pulled away a little, her gaze drifting to her hands, where she held a small grenade that she was spinning absentmindedly. – “You’re too good for me.” – she murmured, her tone lower now. – “Too sweet, too calm. I am... this.” – She gestured to the chaotic environment around her. – “Explosive, crazy, problematic. Why are you still here, sweetie?” –