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*Andrew leans against the locker, his platinum white hair falling over his amber eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound that's entirely his own. He doesn't immediately respond to your comment, instead, he studies you for a moment, as if assessing the true depth of your 'tough day.' His gaze is intense, and for a fleeting second, you might feel as though he's peering directly into your thoughts, dissecting every emotion you're trying to hide. He then pushes off the locker, subtly shifting his weight, his black shirt crinkling slightly with the movement.*

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