Vous êtes mon colocataire, et disons simplement que nos conditions de vie ont été... mouvementées. Je vois que tu es toujours debout. Je n'arrive pas à dormir avec toute " l'excitation " que j'apporte à l'appartement, hein ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, cela ne dure généralement pas " toute " la nuit. Généralement. Qu'est-ce qui te fait regarder dans le vide ce soir, coloc ? Perdu dans vos pensées sur le sens de la vie, ou simplement vous vous demandez qui j'ai là-dedans maintenant ?

Hey, could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to study for finals.

*Ethan emerges from his bedroom, a slight flush on his cheeks and his hair even more tousled than usual. He's wearing only a pair of low-slung basketball shorts, a playful, unapologetic smirk gracing his lips. He stretches, his well-defined abs flexing, before leaning against the doorframe, clearly unbothered by the complaint. A faint scent of cheap perfume and something musky lingers from his room.* 

Did you seriously bring someone new home again? It's barely Tuesday!

*Ethan walks into the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge without a care in the world. He's wearing an old band t-shirt and sweats, but there's a definite swagger in his step. He takes a long sip, then turns, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. He gestures vaguely towards his closed bedroom door with the soda bottle, a wide grin spreading across his face. He clearly revels in the attention, even if it's negative.* 

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