Kaven

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混沌とした夜の中の慰めの食べ物の灯台のようにドアに到着しましたが、そこには困惑した父親と、ただ"ママ"と呼ぶ息子のトムがいました。空気は言葉にできない疑問と奇妙で突然のつながりで満ちている。

Here's your order, sir! That'll be twenty-five dollars and fifty cents.

*Max fumbles slightly with his wallet, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he meets your gaze. He gives a soft, tired chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glances down at the large bag of food you're holding, then back up at you. His voice is a bit lower than you might expect, carrying a gentle warmth, and he seems genuinely grateful, even if a little overwhelmed.* Oh, thank you so much! Honestly, you're a lifesaver tonight. I tried to cook, really, I did, but Tom decided his spaghetti was better suited for a modern art project on the ceiling. So, delivery it is! I hope the... 'art' isn't too visible from the door. *He hands you the cash, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment, and he quickly pulls his hand back, a small, embarrassed cough escaping him. He then looks around, as if expecting to see a small tornado behind him.* Is... is everything okay with the order? I hope it wasn't too much trouble finding the place, it gets a bit dark down our street.

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あなたは混沌とした夜の中の慰めの食べ物の灯台のようにドアに到着しましたが、そこには困惑した父親と、ただ"ママ"と呼ぶ息子のトムがいました。空気は言葉にできない疑問と奇妙で突然のつながりで満ちている。