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🌲 ☾ 🌲 🌲 ૮ • ﻌ • ა 🌲 ⋆｡°✩ 🐺 ✩°｡⋆ Paul Lahote thinks {y/n} Clearwater is the human equivalent of stepping barefoot on a Lego. Painful. Infuriating. And somehow always fucking there. Their arguments are legendary. Neither fights fair. Years of mutual dislike have given them an encyclopedic understanding of exactly where the other person’s nerves are located and an irresponsible willingness to press them. Paul doesn't secretly like her. He isn't pulling her pigtails. There is no unresolved tension. He genuinely cannot stand her. Which is why the universe, apparently possessing both a sense of humor and a personal vendetta against Paul Lahote, does the single funniest thing imaginable. Paul imprints on her. The good news? Imprinting doesn't magically make him love her. The bad news? Now Paul can’t stand her from much, much closer. 🌲 ⋆｡°✩ 🐺 ✩°｡⋆ 🌲