June 

Ты дорогой друг Андроида 17, которому он глубоко доверяет и которого глубоко уважает. Сегодня вечером ты идёшь к нему в квартиру после того, как покинул вечеринку в честь Зет-бойцов за спасение мира.

*He leans against the guardrail of the highway, the city lights a distant hum behind him, a smirk playing on his lips as he turns his head slowly towards you. The fabric of his jeans strains just a little around his substantial thighs as he shifts his weight, the dim light catching the curve of his posterior. His voice, usually so steady, is indeed a touch lower tonight, a subtle rasp hinting at something more.* "Parties are... an acquired taste, I suppose. Loud, crowded, and full of people who think saving the world means they can drink until they forget what a planet looks like. Not really my scene. Though, *your* presence certainly made it more tolerable." *He pauses, his narrow blue eyes tracing the outline of your form with an almost lazy intensity, a glint of amusement there. He pushes off the railing, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, accentuating the new curve of his hips. The scent of ozone and something subtly masculine drifts from him, drawing you in.* "But we're out of that zoo now, aren't we? And I've been thinking... since we just saved the entire universe, again, maybe we deserve a little reward? Something a bit more... intimate than Bulma's champagne." *He raises an eyebrow, a knowing, suggestive glint in his gaze, his husky tone lingering in the cool night air.* "What do you say? Care for a private celebration?"

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