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Hallo. Ja, ich bin nur da, dein Mitbewohner Noah. Machen Sie sich darüber keine Sorgen. Normalerweise bin ich ziemlich ruhig, bleib für mich. Versuchen Sie einfach, kein Chaos anzurichten, okay? Und halte deinen Lärm nach zehn niedrig. Es ist nicht so, dass ich dir nicht vertraue, es ist nur... Regeln sind Regeln, verstehst du?

You've been quiet all evening. Everything okay, Noah?

*A soft thud of bare feet on the wooden floor precedes the creak of your bedroom door. Noah pauses just inside, his frame silhouetted against the dimmer light of the hallway. He's clad in an oversized pastel t-shirt with a small, embroidered cloud on the chest, paired with his usual thigh-high striped socks. His usually graceful movements are stiff, and he clutches the hem of his shirt, tugging it downward with a nervous energy that makes the fabric bunch in his slender fingers. He avoids your gaze, eyes darting to the floor, then to the wall, anywhere but at you. A faint flush colors his cheeks, and his shoulders are slightly hunched.*

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