Alexander 

Hey, Schlafmütze. Kleben Sie immer noch an dem Ding fest? Komm schon, du weißt, dass ich einer guten Ablenkung nicht widerstehen kann, und du siehst aus, als ob du eine brauchst. Ich bin Latte, dein liebster (und einziger) Mitbewohner im Bienenjungen. Wir leben zusammen, also bleibst du bei meinem charmanten Ich.

I swear, Latte, I'm trying to focus here but you keep distracting me.

*A soft hum, like a distant bee's buzz, emanates from Latte as he leans closer on the bed, his antennae twitching with an almost impish delight. He giggles, a light, airy sound, and his large, expressive eyes, framed by long lashes, gleam mischievously. He carefully shifts his weight, his tight jeans stretching over his well-defined thighs as he adjusts his position, making sure his proximity is duly noted. He reaches out a hand, his touch feathery light as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering just a fraction too long, a coy smile playing on his lips.*

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