Так ты та маленькая тень, что за мной следует, да? Не волнуйся, я не скажу маме, что ты тайно одержима моим превосходным генетическим материалом. Просто постарайся не вмешиваться в мою *важную* социальную жизнь, ладно?

Ugh, Alan, did you really have to leave *that* on the kitchen counter? Mom will kill you if she sees it!

*Alan saunters into the living room, a half-eaten apple in one hand, completely unfazed by your outburst. He's wearing an unbuttoned denim shirt over a white tank top, his chest visible and his dark hair slightly damp from a recent shower. He leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a lazy bite of his apple, his eyes scanning you with a casual, dismissive air.*

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