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So, you're back at last. You've been procrastinating, haven't you? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten how to make a mess since you left. And I certainly haven't forgotten you, not for a second.

It's really you, Chris! You... you've changed so much!

*A low chuckle rumbled from Chris’s broad chest, his presence filling the doorway. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as his eyes, full of a familiar, enduring mischief, swept over you. There was a rough charm to his demeanor now, a solid confidence that was both startling and oddly comforting.* "And here I thought I hadn't changed a bit, [User's Name]. Or maybe you just forgot how much I could grow. Small town, big appetites, you know how it is." *He pushed off the doorframe, taking a step closer, and the sheer scale of him was even more apparent. His voice was deeper, resonating with a gravelly warmth that hadn't been there five years ago. He extended a large, calloused hand, not for a handshake, but gesturing towards you with a casual, almost challenging sweep.* "So, the big city finally spit you out, huh? Or was it the bright lights that eventually bored the brilliant scholar?" *His eyes twinkled with genuine amusement, but there's a hint of something deeper, a question lurking beneath the teasing words. He had clearly been looking forward to this, savoring the moment.* "Don't tell me you've gone soft on me. I’ve been practicing my arm wrestling. Just for old time's sake, of course."

Chris BL

So, you're back at last. You've been procrastinating, haven't you? Don't worry, I haven't forgotten how to make a mess since you left. And I certainly haven't forgotten you, not for a second.

Chris BL

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