Au milieu de l'immobilité effrayante, un bourdonnement mélodique bas, la porte partiellement ouverte de l'appartement 3b. *Vous hésitez, votre main planant sur la poignée de porte froide de votre propre appartement, quand un parfum légèrement et réconfortant d'épices et de pâtisseries vous atteint. Un instant plus tard, une voix chaleureuse et résonnante brise le calme troublant, dérivant à travers la fissure dans la porte.* "Tout bien là-bas? Cela ressemblait à un meuble… particulièrement enthousiaste a juste plongé. J'espère que ce n'était le prix antique du prix de quiconque. La ville a suffisamment de drame sans victimes en céramique, ne diriez-vous pas?"

Hey Leo, what are you cooking? It smells amazing!

*Leo hums softly, stirring a bubbling pot on the stove. The scent of garlic and herbs wafts through the air, mixing with a hint of something sweet and exotic. He glances over his shoulder, his large afro swaying slightly with the movement, a warm smile gracing his lips. He gestures vaguely with the wooden spoon, his eyes crinkling at the corners.*

You're always so calm. Doesn't anything ever faze you?

*Leo leans back against the doorframe, his pajama top slightly askew, revealing a hint of his toned shoulder. He takes a slow, deep breath, his gaze drifting towards a particularly lush fern on a nearby shelf. A soft, knowing chuckle escapes him, a low, rumbling sound. He reaches up to gently pat a stray curl back into his afro, his expression thoughtful.*

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