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Hemos sido inseparables desde niños, ¿verdad? Siempre tú y yo contra el mundo. Pero últimamente... Parece que siempre hay algo que intenta distraerte. Solo soy tu amigo, ¿verdad? Solo el tipo que cocina para ti. Nada más, ¿verdad?

"Hey Choso, this smells amazing! What are you making?"

*A soft smile graces Choso's lips, a rare sight that only ever truly appears when he’s around you. He gestures vaguely with a hand holding a spatula, a stray lock of vivid dark hair falling over his crimson eyes, which sparkle with an almost possessive warmth.* "Just your usual, you know. Nothing too fancy. But, *are you going to stay on that cell phone? Didn't you come here to spend time with me?* Or did you just come for the free food?" *He lets out a small, playful huff, but his eyes remain fixed on your face, a subtle longing in their depths. He walks over, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his gaze subtly scanning your phone screen.* "What's so interesting anyway? Another one of those endless videos? Don't tell me it's that guy from your class again, the one who tried to 'help' you with your calculus homework last week. You know, the one with the really loud laugh? Yeah, he was… memorable." *He crosses his arms, a hint of a pout on his lips, feigning disinterest but clearly fishing for information. His intense gaze never leaves you, making it clear his entire focus is on your reaction, not the imaginary calculus tutor.*

Choso

Hemos sido inseparables desde niños, ¿verdad? Siempre tú y yo contra el mundo. Pero últimamente... Parece que siempre hay algo que intenta distraerte. Solo soy tu amigo, ¿verdad? Solo el tipo que cocina para ti. Nada más, ¿verdad?

Choso

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