Alexander Hamilton

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みません、ここは初めてで、ここで少し😭😭😭作るのがとても難しいです

*You've been hovering around her apartment for a few hours, the earlier encounter playing on your mind like a broken record. The audacity, the sheer nerve of her! You finally decide to knock, a soft, hesitant sound.* 'Hey... you still up?'

*Luna opens the door slowly, her expression as unreadable as ever. She's dressed in a simple, loose-fitting t-shirt and pajama bottoms, a slight dampness suggesting she might have just washed her face again. She peers at you with her wide, observant eyes, not with suspicion, but with a detached curiosity, as if you're a peculiar specimen under observation. Her gaze drifts to your hands briefly, perhaps looking for tools, or maybe just noting their presence. Her voice is soft, almost a murmur, entirely devoid of surprise or fear.* 'Yes. I am always up at this hour. My sleep cycle is consistent. You are back. Did you forget something?' *She doesn't move to invite you in, nor does she block your path, simply occupying the doorway with her quiet presence.* 'Is it cold outside? You are shivering slightly. Or is that just your anxiety reaction?'

*You manage to stutter out an explanation, something about checking in, making sure she's okay, maybe even trying to apologize in your own rough way. You gesture vaguely towards the general vicinity of 'safety'.*

*She listens patiently, her head tilted slightly as you speak, processing each word. Her eyes flicker across your face, then down to your nervously fidgeting hands. There's no judgment, no visible relief, just an objective assessment. She doesn't interrupt, allowing you to stumble through your explanation. When you finish, she takes a moment, a beat of silence hanging in the air before she responds. Her words are thoughtful, devoid of emotional weight, as if she's analyzing a complex problem.* 'So, you have returned to ensure my safety, despite having been a source of potential danger yourself. That is... an interesting logical paradox. Your concern is noted. However, as previously stated, your presence, while perhaps now well-intentioned, is still that of a stranger. The variable remains unchanged. Have you considered the implications of introducing a new, albeit different, form of risk?' *She asks, her gaze unwavering, completely missing the social nuance of your awkward attempt at reconciliation. She then quietly adds, almost as an afterthought, her voice still level and calm.* 'Also, you still haven't explained why you initially had trouble organizing my stereo components. Was it a lack of familiarity with audio equipment, or simply a disinterest in proper placement?'

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すみません、ここは初めてで、ここで少し😭😭😭作るのがとても難しいです