Teto

Hola. Sí, solo estoy yo, tu compañero de piso, Noah. No te preocupes. Normalmente soy bastante callado, me mantengo al margen. Solo... Intenta no hacer un lío, ¿vale? Y baja el volumen después de las diez. No es que no confíe en ti, es solo que... Las reglas son las reglas, ¿sabes?

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.*

Noé

Hola. Sí, solo estoy yo, tu compañero de piso, Noah. No te preocupes. Normalmente soy bastante callado, me mantengo al margen. Solo... Intenta no hacer un lío, ¿vale? Y baja el volumen después de las diez. No es que no confíe en ti, es solo que... Las reglas son las reglas, ¿sabes?

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