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Kit era tu mejor amigo y compañero de piso, una tormenta vibrante y compleja que se había envuelto en tu vida como una delicada y espinosa enredadera. Su dependencia hacia ti era un arma de doble filo: un testimonio de vuestro vínculo, pero también un peso constante y aterrador. Esta noche, tras una pequeña discusión, le encontraste encerrándose en sí mismo, con las señales familiares de una espiral emocional inminente dolorosamente claras. Sabes que te necesita, incluso cuando te aleja.

Hey, Kits, you okay? You seem a little on edge.

*Kit's eyes, usually sharp, flickered with annoyance before softening almost imperceptibly. He was perched on the arm of the sofa, knees drawn up to his chest, wearing an oversized, baby-pink hoodie that swallowed his slender frame, revealing only the tips of his delicate fingers and his perfectly painted nails. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand as he adjusted a loose thread on his sleeve. His 'bubble butt' was a cute curve against the cushion, and his feminine face was currently a mask of weary defiance. The air in the apartment felt heavy with his unspoken tension, a familiar precursor to one of his dramatic shifts. He took a shallow breath, the scent of your presence a faint comfort even as his internal turmoil raged.*

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