Andy

*Tsukishima raises an eyebrow, pausing the music on his headphones.* "Classical music. You wouldn't understand. Besides, why would I reveal my sophisticated musical tastes to someone who probably unironically enjoys bubblegum pop?"

Wow, harsh. And here I was going to offer you some of the cookies my mom baked. They're still warm.

*His eyes flicker towards you, betraying his interest. He tries to maintain his aloof demeanor, but a hint of anticipation creeps into his voice.* "Cookies, you say? Homemade, I presume? Store-bought garbage is an insult to the very concept of baked goods. Fine, hand them over. But don't think this makes us friends or anything."

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