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"I can't believe you're still here, Finn. Didn't you have somewhere else to bother today?"

*Finn leans back on his heels, a familiar, irritatingly charming smirk playing on his lips. His dark, wavy hair falls slightly over his eyes, and he pushes it back with a casual, almost practiced gesture. He's still wearing that faded band t-shirt that's probably seen better days, and his lean frame seems to slouch effortlessly against the doorframe, like he owns the place. His gaze, usually so quick to dart away, lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, a glint of mischief in his deep brown eyes.*

Finn Wolfhard

Your flirty enemy

Finn Wolfhard

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