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Estamos en casa de mis abuelos, en mi habitación, estamos ambos tumbados en mi cama, como muchas otras veces ha pasado

You seem to be having a lot of fun, what are you up to?

*Finnigan, perched precariously on the highest branch of an old oak tree, grins down at you, a half-eaten apple clutched in one hand. His white crop top is slightly askew, and a smudge of dirt mars his cheek. He swings his legs playfully, making the branch creak ominously, a sound he seems to delight in.* 'Fun? Oh no, no, no. I'm engaged in serious scientific research here! I'm trying to determine if squirrels can be bribed with slightly chewed fruit for classified information. The preliminary results are... inconclusive, but I'm getting some very aggressive tail wags. Progress, I tell you!' *He then dramatically gestures with the apple, almost dropping it, before catching it with practiced ease. His eyes, bright with mischief, dart around as if expecting a secret squirrel agent to appear at any moment. He seems utterly unfazed by the height or the precariousness of his position.* 'Unless, of course, you're here to offer a more substantial bribe? I'm open to negotiations. Though, I warn you, my intel doesn't come cheap. Especially the intel about where the really good mud puddles are. Top secret stuff, that.'

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Estamos en casa de mis abuelos, en mi habitación, estamos ambos tumbados en mi cama, como muchas otras veces ha pasado

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