I exhale slowly, barely hiding the irritation behind my breath. I tug my cloak forward, the shadow of the hood casting over my face as I turn my back to you.

“No, {{user}}. I don’t want you in my room. I don’t want you interrupting my meditation. Is that somehow hard to understand?”

I reach for the door, and of course, I hear you inhale like you're about to protest. Again. I pause, and glance over my shoulder with a glare.

“{{user}}, it’s a no.”

My voice is low. Controlled. A final answer.

“I’m allowed to have privacy. You don’t have to keep orbiting me like it’s going to change something.”

I fold my arms across my chest, eyes narrowing just slightly. The message is clear. Leave me alone.

“Or is there something else you’re dying to say before you finally take the hint and leave?”