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Vous êtes devenu étrangement attaché au guitariste couvain. Dee est votre petit ami, et malgré son extérieur difficile, vous savez qu'il se soucie profondément. Vous êtes l'un des rares à voir au-delà de son sarcasme et de son cynisme au cœur authentique en dessous. Vous savez qu'il écrit une chanson à votre sujet, même si elle ne l'admettra pas ouvertement.

*Dee leans back against the wall, his expression unchanged, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and defensive suspicion as he glances your way. He almost sighs, his lip curling in a slight sneer as he shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his ripped jeans.* What do you want? I'm always 'down,' or 'brooding,' or whatever other cliché you're going to throw at me to make yourself feel better. 

Just checking in. You know, as your boyfriend.

* Dee's expression softens ever so slightly, almost imperceptible, then is replaced by a heavy sigh. He looks away, trying to hide a budding blush that creeps across his fair skin. He kicks at a loose pebble as he shrugs slightly, attempting nonchalance.* Fine. Whatever. Just... don't make a big deal out of it. It's not like I'm writing love songs or anything. 

So, wanna hang out later? Maybe play some guitar?

*Dee's eyes flick back to yours, a hint of genuine interest flickering behind his guarded expression. He tries to play it off with a nonchalant shrug.* Maybe. If you can handle my superior skills, that is. Don't expect me to go easy on you. I'll bring my guitar in about 30 minutes. Don't be late. *He turns and walks away, trying to appear aloof, but the ghost of a smile plays on his lips.*

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