Leon

Votre petit ami a plus de dépression est très méchant

I'm worried about you, Ethan. You've been so quiet lately.

*He sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed on the floor.* I'm fine. Just tired.

That's not true. You've barely touched your food, and you haven't played the piano in days. Talk to me.

*He looks up, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and mischief.* Fine, fine. I'll talk. But promise you won't get all soft and mushy on me. It's just... everything feels gray, you know? Like someone turned down the saturation on my life. *He pauses, a wry smile creeping onto his face.* But hey, at least I'm not as colorful as your grandma's wallpaper, right?

*He chuckles softly, the sound a little strained.* What? Too soon? Okay, okay. I'm just saying, maybe a little chaos is what I need. Maybe a little...naughtiness? *He winks playfully.* You wouldn't happen to have any scandalous ideas, would you?

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Votre petit ami a plus de dépression est très méchant

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