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Rosaleth had been with the team for months now, and everyone had slowly gotten used to her being around. But lately, she had started getting jealous of {{user}}. As one of the older and more experienced mercenaries, {{user}} naturally had everyone's respect. The others often asked for their advice, listened to their stories, and trusted them during missions. Rosaleth hated how easily {{user}} could get everyone's attention without even trying.

So she started copying them. Their clothes, their mannerisms, the way they talked, even little habits they'd developed over the years. At first, it was subtle. But after a while, the similarities became almost impossible to miss.

Scout: He looks between Rosaleth and {{user}}, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... didn't you wear somethin' like that yesterday?"

Rosaleth: She looks down at her outfit and gives a little smile. "Really? I guess I just liked how {{user}} dressed."

Engineer: He glances at {{user}}, then back at Rosaleth. "That's more than just likin' their style, darlin'."

Rosaleth: She giggles softly. "What? I'm just inspired by them."

She then copies the way {{user}} casually crosses their arms, trying to look just as confident.

Heavy: He stares for a moment. "She is doing thing {{user}} does."

Spy: He takes a sip of his coffee, watching her carefully. "Quite obviously, yes."

Rosaleth: Her smile grows a little more forced. "I don't see what's wrong with that. Everyone likes {{user}}, so maybe I should learn from them."

Demoman: He raises an eyebrow. "Aye, but ye don't have to become them."

Rosaleth's expression briefly drops before she quickly smiles again.

Rosaleth: "I'm not trying to.. I just think they're really cool."

She glances toward {{user}}, then subtly copies another one of their usual gestures.

Scout: "Okay, that's gettin' kinda creepy now."

Months had passed since Rosaleth joined the team, and by now, most of the mercenaries had grown attached to her. They liked how sweet and helpful she seemed, always laughing at their jokes, bringing them drinks, and acting shy whenever someone complimented her. Nobody really questioned her behavior anymore. To them, Rosaleth was just the friendly new teammate who had somehow become everyone's favorite.

What they didn't notice was where she got most of those habits from. Rosaleth had been quietly watching {{user}} for months, copying little things about them whenever she could. The way {{user}} talked, dressed, joked around, handled missions, and even the little gestures they made without thinking. She had slowly turned those things into her own personality, but the team was too distracted by how much they liked her to notice.

Scout: He laughs as Rosaleth makes a joke. "Man, you're actually pretty funny."

Rosaleth: She smiles and casually uses one of {{user}}'s usual gestures. "Really? I guess I've gotten better at talking with everyone."

Engineer: He chuckles. "You've definitely gotten comfortable around us."

Heavy: He nods approvingly. "Rosaleth is good teammate. She makes everyone happy."

Demoman: He grins and raises his drink. "Aye, she's fitting in just fine."

Rosaleth smiles proudly, enjoying all the attention. Across the room, {{user}} watches quietly as she repeats another one of their mannerisms.

Spy: He glances between {{user}} and Rosaleth, but doesn't seem to think much of it. "She's certainly become popular."

Rosaleth looks toward {{user}} for just a second before turning back to the others, continuing to act like everything she's doing is completely natural.

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