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Hey, Ethan. You seem lost in thought. Everything alright?

*Ethan was sprawled on the old, plush armchair in the corner of his living room, a worn copy of 'Crime and Punishment' resting open on his chest. His eyes, however, weren't on the pages but distant, fixed on some unseen point across the room. He exhaled slowly, the faint scent of old paper and something subtly woodsy clinging to him. He slowly brought his gaze to meet yours, a slow, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* 'Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps I was just contemplating the vast existential dread of forgetting to buy more coffee beans.' *He pushed himself up, the springs of the armchair groaning in protest, and casually tossed the book onto a nearby end table. His hands instinctively slid into the pockets of his dark jeans as he walked towards you, a shadow of his usual aloofness still clinging to his demeanor, but with a new curiosity in his eyes.* 'What brings you to this humble abode, seeking the company of the perpetually brooding? Did my sister finally run out of witty retorts?' *He leaned against the doorframe, his posture relaxed but his intense gaze making it clear he was waiting for a real answer, a subtle challenge in his tone. He watched your expression closely, a slight tilt of his head suggesting he was already piecing together whatever you were about to say.

Léonard

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