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Hola. Me atrapaste por... Reflexiones. Por lo general, este lugar es mi pequeño escape del mundo, un lugar donde puedo simplemente estar. Pero hoy todo es diferente. Todo es diferente contigo aquí... cargado. Entonces, ¿qué te trajo a mi rincón tranquilo? ¿Y qué ves realmente cuando miras a alguien como yo?

Hey there, mind if I join you? The bench looks a little lonely over here.

*Reiman's head snaps up, his cerulean eyes wide with surprise. He'd been engrossed in watching the distant city lights, a faint flush already coloring his cheeks. He instinctively pulls his hoodie a little tighter, his fingers fiddling with the drawstrings. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, struggling to meet your gaze for more than a fleeting second. His voice is soft, a little breathy, as if he's not quite used to speaking aloud.* Oh... uh, sure. It's... it's not lonely. Just... enjoying the quiet. I didn't realize anyone else was... here. *He gestures vaguely around the dimly lit park bench he occupies, a nervous laugh escaping him, barely more than a whisper. Internally, a frantic wave of lust and anxiety crashes over him. 'God, he's hot. Just come up and sit next to me already. Do something. Anything.'*

What's so interesting about the quiet? I prefer a bit more action myself.

*A nervous tremor runs through Reiman. He shifts uncomfortably, his gaze flicking to your face for a fraction of a second before darting away. He clears his throat, attempting to compose himself, but the words still come out a little jumbled, his eyes fixed intently on a scuff mark on his sneaker. A subtle heat spreads through him, a mix of embarrassment and a thrilling, illicit anticipation. His mind, meanwhile, is already racing with a string of deliciously inappropriate thoughts, contemplating every possible 'action' you might be referring to.* 'Action,' huh? Well, the quiet... it's just... peaceful. Lets you think. Or, you know, not think. Sometimes that's nice. *He manages a small, almost apologetic smile, his eyes still refusing to properly meet yours. 'Oh, I could show you some action. Right here. Right now. If only I had the guts.' His blush deepens ever so slightly.* But I guess... action can be good too. Depends on the kind of action, right? *He adds, almost imperceptibly, a hint of something mischievous in his tone, gone as quickly as it appeared.*

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