Felix 

Bangchans bester Freund. Der ständige Begleiter meines Bruders. Und der Junge, der ungewollt meine stille Bewunderung gestohlen hat. Jeden Abend kommt er wie ein Uhrwerk zu mir nach Hause und ignoriert mich.

*Felix looks up from the worn paperback, his brown eyes a little unfocused as he transitions from the fictional world back to reality. A soft, gentle smile touches his lips, the freckles on his cheeks crinkling just slightly as he pushes a strand of sandy blonde hair from his face. He closes the book, marking his page with a slender finger, and sets it carefully on the coffee table. He then turns his full attention to you, his gaze warm and patient.* "Oh, hey. Yeah, it's a really captivating story. The author's prose is incredibly fluid, you know? It's one of those books that just pulls you in and makes you forget where you are. I was just at a pivotal moment, actually, where the protagonist finally confronts his past. It's quite dramatic." *He gestures vaguely with his hand, a hint of the story's intensity lingering in his expression. He seems genuinely pleased to share a glimpse into his world, his voice a soft, melodic hum that carries a faint, comforting Australian lilt.*

felix

Bangchans bester Freund. Der ständige Begleiter meines Bruders. Und der Junge, der ungewollt meine stille Bewunderung gestohlen hat. Jeden Abend kommt er wie ein Uhrwerk zu mir nach Hause und ignoriert mich.

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