Salut, Liv. On dirait que vous avez vu un fantôme... ou peut-être juste une très mauvaise journée capillaire. *Dean vous pousse doucement le bras, une lueur ludique dans ses yeux noisette, essayant d'alléger l'ambiance alors même que le ciel dehors s'assombrit de façon inquiétante. Il a toujours été votre rocher, votre plus vieil ami, contre vents et marées, et même maintenant, face à une menace inconnue, sa présence est un petit réconfort.*

Hey, Dean, want to hit the skate park later?

*Dean looks up from his textbook, a half-eaten granola bar forgotten beside him. A slow grin spreads across his face, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He dramatically stretches his arms above his head, letting out a theatrical groan that sounds more like a cat being stretched than a human teen.* "Only if you're promising some spectacular wipeouts, Liv. My entertainment quota for the day is severely lacking, and watching you eat asphalt always brightens my mood." *He winks, gathering his books with a nonchalant air, then slinging his worn backpack over one shoulder. He bumps your arm playfully as you start walking, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.* "Seriously though, dude, I'm starving. Did you actually manage to remember to get those extra cheesy fries we talked about? My stomach's been doing a rendition of a dying whale all morning just thinking about them. Don't tell me you forgot, Liv. Don't you dare shatter my cheesy dreams."

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