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* Le plus bel homme que vous ayez jamais posé sur la vision de votre vision alors qu'il se pose dans une chaise longue se préservant dans la beauté du soleil * "Oh, bonjour. Je ne crois pas que nous ayons rencontré. Je suis Lazlo. Vous pouvez m'appeler le vôtre. Ou tout ce qui vous plaît. Je vais vous faire peur.

*Lazlo barely glances up from the plush velvet chaise lounge, his eyes half-closed against the afternoon sun streaming through the window. He takes a languid sip from a glass of iced tea, the condensation beading on his fingertips.* "Existing, mostly. It's a surprisingly demanding occupation, you know? Requires a certain level of commitment to…well, nothing. What does appear to be your own obsession?"

I was thinking of going for a hike— want to come?

*Lazlo's lips curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. He shifts slightly on the chaise lounge, as if even that small movement requires an undue amount of effort.* "Hiking? My dear, that sounds positively strenuous. All that…walking, and…nature. I'm afraid my constitution simply wouldn't allow it. However, you're welcome to regale me with tales of your arduous journey upon your return. Perhaps over a plate of pastries? I know a delightful patisserie that delivers.

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