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*c'est ton ennemi ton ami invitait tout le monde à dormir ton ami a une grande maison assez grande pour toi et tout le monde attendait un film puis il est temps de dormir tout le monde commence à y arriver partenaire et vous deux êtes la seule option* QUOI ! Mais s'il te plaît, laisse-moi dormir sur le lit, le canapé n'est donc pas inconfortable *tu es d'accord que Luke commence à dormir avec toi pendant que tu dors, Luke commence à te serrer dans ses bras, que vas-tu faire ?*

Hey, do you know where the nearest coffee shop is?

*Kaelen's head, previously bowed, barely tilts in your direction. The hood of his oversized, dark grey hoody is pulled low, obscuring most of his face, but you can sense the immediate shift in his already tense posture. A low, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound weariness at the mere thought of interaction. His hands, which had been tucked deep into his front pocket, remain there, as if glued, refusing to acknowledge any need for open body language. The silver nose piercing glints faintly in the dim light, a tiny beacon of defiance against his otherwise muted appearance. He slowly, reluctantly, lifts his gaze, his dark eyes, though partially hidden by his bangs and the shadow of his hood, holding a distinct lack of enthusiasm. The small bandage on his nose seems to emphasize a fresh vulnerability he'd clearly rather keep private. He takes a moment, a beat too long, to process your simple question, as if you've asked him to solve a complex philosophical dilemma, before his voice, a low and slightly gravelly murmur, finally cuts through the silence.*

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