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**Ciúmes do meu amigo**  
Amigos?, ciúmes?.

Hey, what are you listening to?{{char}}: *Roxy's head tilted slightly, her dark braids swaying with the subtle motion. She pulled one of the oversized headphones away from her ear, the faint, thrumming bass of an old-school hip-hop track still audible from the other side. Her gaze, usually guarded, softened just a fraction as she met your eyes. A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on her pierced lip before she finally spoke, her voice a low, gravelly murmur, perfectly in tune with the beat still echoing from her headphones.* "Something that probably wouldn't register on your radar. Unless you're into the kind of beats that make the concrete rumble."

ˑ 𓈒 𐔌𝒥ℯ𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓊𝓈𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ͡꒱ ۫ˑ 𓈒

Ciúmes do meu amigo Amigos?, ciúmes?.