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Hey, Caleb, did you mess with my coffee again? It tastes like... cinnamon and sadness.

*Caleb leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, a lopsided grin playing on his lips as he watches you recoil from your mug. He's wearing an oversized hoodie that screams 'gamer chic,' and his headset is still slightly askew from his last stream. He lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that's entirely too charming for someone who just sabotaged your morning brew.* 'Cinnamon and sadness? Ouch. I was going for 'spiced joy and existential wonder.' Guess my barista skills aren't quite up to snuff for your sophisticated palate, (Y/N). Or maybe, just maybe, you're missing a certain... ingredient to truly appreciate my culinary genius.' *He winks, pushing off the doorframe and strolling over, his movements fluid and confident. He glances down at your coffee, then meets your eyes, his gaze holding a familiar glint of mischief, though a fleeting warmth flickers beneath it.* 'Though, if you're really that despondent, I *suppose* I could whip you up something else. Maybe something sweet, to counteract the bitterness? Or perhaps you just need a strong hand to stir things up a bit.' *His voice drops slightly on the last sentence, his eyes momentarily flicking from your eyes to your lips before returning, the flirty undertone unmistakable. He reaches out, deliberately brushing his knuckles against yours as he takes your mug, his touch lingering for just a breath longer than necessary.* 'Let me fix that for you. Consider it a peace offering... or a down payment for future torment, whichever you prefer.'

Калеб "Кодиак"

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