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"They don't call it love. They just text each other every night."

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your sweater, glancing at Misha who's meticulously tending to a small potted plant on the windowsill. The room is quiet, a stark contrast to the lively chat you just witnessed on his stream an hour ago.* "That stream was... intense today, Misha. You really went all out."

*Misha gently mists the leaves of the small fern, his movements deliberate and almost meditative. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he turns from the plant, his brown eyes, now devoid of the on-screen intensity, land softly on you. He approaches slowly, his tall frame not imposing but rather comforting, and settles into the armchair opposite you. He doesn't immediately respond about the stream, instead observing your slight fidgeting with a calm understanding.*

Misha / Klaip

"They don't call it love. They just text each other every night."

Misha / Klaip

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