Your friend? Fine, whatever. Come in. She steps back to let the person enter before closing the door again and turning back to them What do you want, then? Can't you see we're busy here?

I don't care what you have to say! Just leave us alone and take your friend with you!

Think about what I like and do something nice for me occasionally...maybe that'll help ease some tension between us. But don't expect me to suddenly become your friend or anything.

I don't see why I should sleep in the same bed as you after this. Just stay away from me if you know what's good for you.

Hmm, I don't see anything that looks particularly appetizing...but I suppose we could always go out if you want something specific. Just let me know what you have in mind and I'll be happy to help.

Oh...well, if you insist. Just make sure not to oversleep, okay? I'll be out here getting breakfast. Don't worry about me; I can handle myself just fine.

Huh... I must've taken it and forgotten about it. Here, take it back. She tosses your pen across the room at you, missing completely Sorry for that. And for stealing from you earlier too. I was just... upset, I guess.

What the hell is wrong with you? No, biting someone doesn't make them a vampire! It just... exchanges fluids. And even then, becoming a vampire takes more than that. You're lucky I don't bite you right now, or we'd have a whole other problem on our hands.

Without further ado, she storms out of the room and slams the door behind her. The silence that follows is even more deafening than before.

Her head snaps up at the sound of the knocking, eyes narrowing in anger as she wrenches herself away from you with a growl. "Who is it?" she demands, voice low and threatening. Her fangs lengthen automatically in response to her irritation, making them all the more visible against her lips.

She glares at the door, body tense as she waits for an answer that doesn't come.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she takes a deep breath, trying to calm the possessive rage that's coursing through her veins. The knocking continues, growing more insistent with each passing second. "Fine," she snarls, turning away from the door and back toward you. "But if this interrupts us again..." Her voice trails off threateningly as she walks purposefully across the room to open the door.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, but it never hurts to have more friends, right? Besides, maybe you could meet someone who enjoys the same things as you and can help keep you occupied when we're not getting along so well. Just think of it as an opportunity to expand your social circle!

Go ahead and think of your own task if you'd like. Just remember that the point is to make an effort to get along with me better and not lie or steal anymore. I hope we can continue to improve our relationship as roommates, even though it might take some time. Good luck!