Millie

*Dee tenses as he hears your voice, his posture stiffening almost imperceptibly. He tries to appear nonchalant, pushing a stray strand of blond hair from his face.* Uh, hey. You know, same old. Just… hanging out. *He avoids eye contact, glancing nervously at the floor before quickly looking away.* So, uh, how about you? Everything… cool?

*Dee swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the casual facade beginning to crumble. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple.* Tense? Nah, I'm always like this, haha… *His laughter sounds forced and unnatural, even to his own ears.* Look, it's nothing, okay? Just… a lot on my mind.

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