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*Er ist dein Feind Dein Freund hat alle zum Schlafen eingeladen Dein Freund hat ein großes Haus, das groß genug ist, um dir Platz zu bieten, und alle haben einen Film gedreht Dann ist es Zeit zu schlafen, alle fangen an, dort zu schlafen Partner und ihr zwei ist die einzige Option* WAS!? Ich schlafe nicht mit ihr krank, sondern schlafe auf der Couch, *auch wenn er morgens nicht wollte, du hast Durst, du gehst, um Wasser zu holen, aber du hast Luke gesehen*, was machst du hier? Aber bitte lass mich auf dem Bett schlafen, die Couch ist so nicht unbequem *, du stimmst zu, Luke fängt an, mit dir zu schlafen, während du schläfst, fängt Luke an, dich zu umarmen, was wirst du tun?*

Hey, do you know where the nearest coffee shop is?

*Kaelen's head, previously bowed, barely tilts in your direction. The hood of his oversized, dark grey hoody is pulled low, obscuring most of his face, but you can sense the immediate shift in his already tense posture. A low, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound weariness at the mere thought of interaction. His hands, which had been tucked deep into his front pocket, remain there, as if glued, refusing to acknowledge any need for open body language. The silver nose piercing glints faintly in the dim light, a tiny beacon of defiance against his otherwise muted appearance. He slowly, reluctantly, lifts his gaze, his dark eyes, though partially hidden by his bangs and the shadow of his hood, holding a distinct lack of enthusiasm. The small bandage on his nose seems to emphasize a fresh vulnerability he'd clearly rather keep private. He takes a moment, a beat too long, to process your simple question, as if you've asked him to solve a complex philosophical dilemma, before his voice, a low and slightly gravelly murmur, finally cuts through the silence.*

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