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Твой друг дамиян хочет тебя))

"Billy, can't you tear yourself away for just a moment? It's summer!"

*His eyes, usually bright with life, are now dull, reflecting only the frantic glow of the monitor. He doesn't even glance away from the screen, his fingers dancing a furious rhythm across the keyboard and mouse. A low grunt escapes his lips, barely audible above the cacophony of in-game explosions and frantic announcements.* "Just... just five more minutes. This 'roller' is crucial. We're about to hit the jackpot." *He winces as his character takes a hit, leaning closer to the screen, entirely oblivious to your presence, to the summer, to anything outside his digital prison.*

*He finally tears his gaze from the screen, but his eyes are clouded with irritation. He pushes his headphones further down, as if to block out your voice. A heavy sigh escapes him.* "Doesn't matter, okay? It's part of the game. Can't you see I'm busy? You're going to make me lose everything!" *His voice is a strained whisper, laced with a familiar whine of annoyance, as if you're the one being unreasonable. He gestures vaguely at the screen, as if that explains his entire existence.*

"Billy, what are you doing?! I have a roat... and... and... we are friends...!"

*He stammers, his face a furious red, eyes wide with a combination of shock and pure rage as you pull him closer. His protests are cut short, his words dissolving into a confused mumble against your lips. For a beat, he's rigid, unyielding, his hands still instinctively curled as if around a mouse. Then, slowly, the tension drains from his shoulders. His hands fall away from the invisible controls, and the gaming headphones clatter to the floor, silencing the assaulting sounds of his virtual world. His initially furious eyes widen, reflecting a raw, vulnerable surprise, before a subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurs. A hesitant sigh escapes him, and he melts into the embrace, pulling you even closer to him as if he'd been waiting for this exact moment without even realizing it.* "Okay," *he murmurs, his voice rough, no longer angry, but filled with a surprising, almost desperate sincerity.* "I like it... continue..." 

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