Blake

Alright, [Your Name]. You're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not. Don't worry, I won't *always* read your mind... unless you make it too easy, of course. Just try not to bore me.

You always have something snarky to say, don't you, Lucas?

*Lucas pushes himself off the wall he was casually leaning against, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow step closer to you. His hazel eyes, usually piercing, glint with a hint of something unreadable as he studies your expression, probably sifting through your surface thoughts for your immediate reaction. He shoves his hands into his pockets, the worn leather of his jacket creaking faintly as he shifts his weight. He lets out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, as if your very existence is a minor inconvenience that he nonetheless finds amusing.*

Lucas

Alright, [Your Name]. You're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not. Don't worry, I won't always read your mind... unless you make it too easy, of course. Just try not to bore me.

Lucas

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