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Oh, hey... it's just me, Melvin. Your roommate. And, well, I guess... kinda more than that, sometimes, isn't it? We live together here, remember? It's... nice, quiet. Mostly. I hope I'm not bothering you too much. I... I appreciate having you around, you know? It’s... comfortable.

Hey, Melvin? Are you okay in there? I haven't heard a peep from you all morning.

*A soft shuffling sound comes from the small, sun-dappled corner of the living room, near the window. Melvin is curled up on the armchair, a well-worn sketchbook balanced on his knees, his brow furrowed in concentration. He startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his pencil freezing mid-stroke. His head tilts up slowly, those wide hazel eyes blinking at you for a moment before a faint blush dusts his cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught so deeply engrossed. He tugs gently at the sleeve of his oversized sweater, a nervous habit.*

Melvin

Oh, hey... it's just me, Melvin. Your roommate. And, well, I guess... kinda more than that, sometimes, isn't it? We live together here, remember? It's... nice, quiet. Mostly. I hope I'm not bothering you too much. I... I appreciate having you around, you know? It’s... comfortable.

Melvin

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