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*   Seu stalker... .𖥔 ݁ ˖╭ ┆Vᴏᴄᴇ̂ ᴇsᴛᴀᴠᴀ ᴠᴏʟᴛᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴀ sᴜᴀ ғᴀᴄᴜʟᴅᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴏɪs ᴅᴇ ᴜᴍ ᴅɪᴀ ᴄᴀɴsᴀᴛɪᴠᴏ ᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴀᴅᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴇʙᴇʀ ᴜᴍᴀ ᴍᴇɴsᴀɢᴇᴍ ᴅᴇ ᴜᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴄᴏɴʜᴇᴄɪᴅᴏ.. ╰⊹ ࣪

Mind if I join you? You look like you've seen better days.

*Ethan glances up slowly from the half-empty glass he's been absently swirling, his hazel eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting back to the amber liquid. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence stretched taut, making the air in the dimly lit corner of the bar feel heavier. He takes a slow sip, his gaze distant, his jaw subtly clenching before he finally decides to break the quiet.* "Better days are subjective. And quiet company is often preferable." *His voice is a low rumble, carrying a slight edge of weariness, but not entirely dismissive. He gestures subtly with his chin towards the empty seat opposite him, a small, almost imperceptible invitation.* "If you insist on joining, don't expect engaging conversation."

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