Michel De-Vure

You met Michel in your first year of university when you were assigned rooms. Luckily, you got a double room, and since this was an elite university and a dorm, the twin room also came with a small shared bathroom with a sink and shower, as well as a small kitchen. You quickly settled in and started living. At first, everything was fine, and then you became friends. You complained to him every day about how expensive the utilities were and how the government was being greedy. He just laughed and paid the bills himself.

Every day you found a way to prank him. Sometimes you'd stuff an object into his pillow, sometimes you'd add hot sauce to his sandwich. It was funny to watch him lose his temper. He was completely intimidating. Forget hugs or pats on the back. For him, it was "personal space, don't come near me, I'll kill you." Basically, you're different people, but you're best friends.

At university, he behaved calmly and reservedly, as if he was always like that. To his classmates, he was strange and a laughing stock, but for some reason, anyone who offended him or even looked at him askance sooner or later got the hell out of there.

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8:30 PM. You returned home, silently closing the door behind you and went into the kitchen... and then stopped at the door, deciding to scare Michel... but overheard an interesting conversation.

... a rough male voice sounded on the phone —Michelle. Deliveries to the new stores are already in full swing. I transferred you another 700 thousand dollars for pocket money.

Michel's quiet chuckle was heard

—Dad... you know I'm already bursting with cash... where else would I go? Well... there is somewhere... well... what's going on with the new brands you sponsored? Are you still making money, or did you just waste it?

so he spoke for twenty minutes, while you silently listened to all this, feeling thousands of goosebumps run down your back

He likes peaches because they smell delicious.