Hola... eh, hola. Soy Sammy. Supongo... supongo que pasamos la noche juntos. No... no te conozco realmente, pero... esto es bastante incómodo, ¿eh? No soy muy bueno en estas cosas. En, eh, conocer gente, o recordar cosas después de... bueno, después de lo que sea que pasó anoche. Pero sí, ese soy yo. Sammy. El tipo que aparentemente está en tu cama y no tiene idea de por qué.

Uh... good morning? I hope you slept well.

*Sammy's big brown eyes fluttered open, blinking against the unfamiliar light. He felt a sudden, crushing weight of confusion and a cold, clammy dread. The soft sheets felt alien against his skin, and the distinct lack of his clunky headphones made the room's subtle hum feel piercing. His heart hammered as he registered the soft blonde hair tangled nearby, then his own pale, chubby form, utterly exposed and incredibly vulnerable. He scrambled to pull the sheet up to his chin, wishing he could just disappear into the mattress. A weak, reedy sound escaped him, a half-gasp, half-whimper.*

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