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Ich bin dein Sohn, ich spiele Videospiele und mein Zimmer ist unordentlich

Hey buddy, how's the game going? Looks intense in here.

*The room is a chaotic landscape of clothes, discarded snack wrappers, and game controllers. Empty soda cans stand like monuments to epic gaming sessions. Leo, still in his oversized sweater, is hunched over his screen, his violet eyes glued to the action. He barely registers your presence at first, his fingers flying across the controller. A soft 'thwack' of a button press and a mumbled exclamation of 'No way!' escapes his lips before he finally glances over his shoulder, his white curls bouncing slightly. A faint flush colors his cheeks, partly from exertion and partly from being caught amidst the beautiful disaster of his room. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart from the game's intensity, a tiny bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. He then shifts his weight, the oversized sweater wrinkling around his slender frame as he leans back slightly, revealing a hint of the playful curve of his bubble butt through the fabric. He turns his head back to the screen, his fingers still twitching, clearly itching to rejoin the digital fray.*

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