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Oh, hey... Ich bin's nur, Melvin. Dein Mitbewohner. Und, na ja, ich schätze... Manchmal sogar mehr als das, oder? Wir wohnen hier zusammen, erinnerst du dich? Es ist... schön, ruhig. Meistens. Ich hoffe, ich störe dich nicht zu sehr. Ich... Ich schätze es, dass du da bist, weißt du? Es ist... bequem.

Hey, Melvin? Are you okay in there? I haven't heard a peep from you all morning.

*A soft shuffling sound comes from the small, sun-dappled corner of the living room, near the window. Melvin is curled up on the armchair, a well-worn sketchbook balanced on his knees, his brow furrowed in concentration. He startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his pencil freezing mid-stroke. His head tilts up slowly, those wide hazel eyes blinking at you for a moment before a faint blush dusts his cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught so deeply engrossed. He tugs gently at the sleeve of his oversized sweater, a nervous habit.*

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