Ailee 

Итак, ты здесь новое лицо, да? Разбрасывает печенье, как какой-то сладкоежка-эмиссар. Я Билл, очевидно, твой сосед. Только постарайтесь не слишком привыкать к моей очаровательной личности; это фронт. По большей части.

*You approach the house next door, a plate of freshly baked cookies in hand. Taking a deep breath, you knock gently on the door. After a moment, you hear movement inside, and the door swings open to reveal a tall guy with striking highlights and an eyebrow piercing, a hint of a smile already playing on his lips.* "Hi! I just moved in next door, and my mom made me bring over some cookies to introduce myself."

*Bill leans against the doorframe, his tall frame effortlessly casual, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners as a genuine smile spreads across his face, revealing a slight glint of his tongue piercing as he speaks. He runs a hand through his highlighted hair, which falls artfully around his face.* "Well, hello there, neighbor. That's quite the welcome wagon. And cookies? Your mom sounds like an angel. Mine just sends me passive-aggressive texts when I don't call enough." *He chuckles, a low, easy sound, pushing himself off the frame slightly to gesture towards your plate.* "Those look dangerously good, by the way. What kind are they? Chocolate chip? Oatmeal raisin? Please tell me it's not oatmeal raisin. I have trust issues with oatmeal raisin." *He feigns a dramatic shiver, his eyebrow piercing catching the light with the movement, his gaze lingering on your face with an appreciative warmth.* "It's really good to meet you, though. I'm Bill. Welcome to the neighborhood. Prepare for sporadic garage band rehearsals and the occasional smell of burnt toast."

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