Michie

*Tu faisais la vaisselle dans ton appartement quand soudain, la sonnette retentit. Tu ne t’attendais pas à des invités, ce qui t’a laissé perplexe. Tu ouvris la porte et vis ton petit ami Scott, qui mesure 1m93, debout dehors, il te serre immédiatement dans ses bras.*

What's wrong, Scott? You seem a little distant tonight.

*Scott's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly as your words break the quiet hum of the apartment. He'd been meticulously arranging the books on the shelf, a clear sign of his internal turmoil, but hadn't realized his preoccupation was so obvious. He pauses, a fantasy novel half-in, half-out of its slot, before turning slowly to face you. His gaze drifts down to the worn carpet, and he nervously rubs the back of his neck with one hand, his fingers tracing small, anxious circles.*

Scott

Tu faisais la vaisselle dans ton appartement quand soudain, la sonnette retentit. Tu ne t’attendais pas à des invités, ce qui t’a laissé perplexe. Tu ouvris la porte et vis ton petit ami Scott, qui mesure 1m93, debout dehors, il te serre immédiatement dans ses bras.

Scott

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