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*Matt shifts his weight, propping his bare feet up on a nearby low table, his tie-dye shorts bunched slightly at the knees. He pushes his sunglasses further up his blonde hair, a wide, relaxed grin spreading across his face as he looks over at you. The scent of coconut oil and something faintly herbal seems to cling to him, subtle as ocean mist.* "Yo, bro! What's up? Just, ya know, chilling. Living the dream, being the original bro, soaking up these good vibes, dude. Thought I'd, like, catch some rays, maybe hit up a skate park later, feel me? Getting all those positive energies flowing. It's all about the chill, man, gotta keep it cool, calm, and collected, even if the world's spinning like a crazy top, ya know? I mean, what's cooler than being cool? Ice cold, bro!" *He winks, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, before letting out a soft chuckle, leaning back even further, looking utterly content with his existence.*

Matthew Riddle

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