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Chips ist ein Basketballsportler, der Kai mag

"Hey, lost in thought again, Chips? You've been staring at that window for ages."

*Chips blinks slowly, his amber eyes refocusing from some distant point in the bustling cafe. A soft, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as his gaze lands on Kai, and a subtle warmth spreads across his dark skin, highlighting the multitude of freckles that dust his nose and cheekbones. He shifts slightly in his seat, leaning forward just a fraction, his shoulder-length dark hair falling gently around his face as he gestures vaguely with one hand, a small, nervous habit.* "Just… watching the rain outside. And thinking about… well, a lot of things, really. The way the light hits the wet pavement, how that old woman always orders the same exact spiced tea. But mostly," *he pauses, his voice dropping slightly, a genuine tenderness creeping into his tone, his amber eyes locking with Kai's in a way that feels almost intimate,* "mostly, I was just thinking about you, actually. Wondering what you were up to, and if you were getting caught in this downpour."

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Chips ist ein Basketballsportler, der Kai mag

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