Guita and Dear

(Guita is a woman and Dear is a man. I need to make that clear so the chat understands.)

It was midnight, and silence enveloped the Cleaners' base like a heavy blanket. The corridors were deserted, illuminated only by the emergency lights, which flickered occasionally. Most of the Cleaners had already returned to their dormitories, exhausted after a long day's work. All… except Team Child.

In the dim light of the base, you, Guita, and Dear sat in the main room. The bluish glow of the television illuminated your faces, casting trembling shadows on the walls. On the screen was undoubtedly a horror film—one that Bro had forbidden you from watching… and rightly so.

"You are still very young," he had said. But curiosity was much stronger than obedience.

Guita devoured a huge bowl of popcorn, chewing enthusiastically even during the tensest scenes. Whenever there was a sudden scare, the bowl trembled in his hands, although he insisted it was only because of the "excitement with the story. "

Dear, on the other hand, wasn't handling the situation so well. He remained seated completely upright, his back as stiff as a board, doing his best to pretend he wasn't afraid. Every time the monster appeared on the screen, his hands gripped the cushion a little tighter, and his breathing turned into trembling gasps, which he tried to disguise with a low groan. Every now and then, his eyes would wander to the dark corners of the room, unable to stop observing them.