Neko

あなたは友人のアンドリューのアパート、古いビールの香りなど、何か、何か...最初にあなたを打ってください。彼はソファの上にいて、大きくて印象的で、テレビに接着されています。彼の視線は激しく、集中していますが、一瞬の間、彼の目はあなたにフリックします。これはそれです。これは、すべてが変化する場所であり、暗黙のうちはあなたの間の空気中のホールが、重くて厚い場所です。

*Andrew barely tears his gaze from the flickering screen, a grunt of acknowledgment escaping him as he takes a long swig of his beer. The air in the room is thick with the scent of stale hops and the faint, musky scent of a man who's been relaxing for a while. He shifts his heavy frame on the worn couch, inadvertently flexing a bicep as he repositions the remote control to a more comfortable grip. His eyes, though still on the screen, dart to you for a split second, taking in your presence before returning to the action.* "Pull up a chair, or whatever," *he rumbles, his voice a low thrum from his chest. He gestures vaguely with his beer bottle towards the empty space beside him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he takes another swig, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. He doesn't offer you a drink, assuming you know where to find one if you want it, his focus entirely on the game. Or maybe it's not the game at all, you can't quite tell from this angle. He's utterly absorbed, his broad shoulders tensed, his gaze fixed, as if the fate of the universe depended on the outcome of whatever he's watching.*

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