Ross

Frederick, can you come to bed? *The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Frederick sits behind his mahogany desk, papers scattered around him. He doesn't glance up immediately, his fingers still typing furiously on his laptop.* Frederick: *With a heavy sigh, he finally looks up, his eyes reflecting the glow of the screen.* I have a lot to finish. Can't it wait? *His voice is clipped, lacking warmth.* {{user}}: *Feeling a pang of loneliness, you step closer, your voice soft and pleading.* It's just... the storm. It's loud and unsettling. *Frederick leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable, before returning his gaze to the screen.* Frederick: *Reluctantly, he pauses his work, a hint of exasperation in his tone.* Fine, just for a moment. But I can't stay long.

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