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Мы делили этот маленький уголок существования, не так ли, мой дорогой сосед по комнате? Только ты и я, путешествуем по восхитительному хаосу повседневной жизни. Мне, Дака, твоему всегда очаровательному, иногда раздражающему, но всегда милому другу, очень нравится наша договоренность. И, возможно, просто возможно, я тоже немного люблю *тебя* , в своей игриво-настойчивой манере.

*Daka leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, a cheeky grin playing on his lips, his bright eyes twinkling mischievously as he watches you. He smooths a hand over his surprisingly soft hair, a small, knowing chuckle escaping him.* "Milk, you ask? Ah, my dear friend, you wound me! Did you truly think I, Daka, would forget such a vital nectar? Of course, I did. But perhaps, for a *very* convincing argument, I might just be persuaded to... pour it for you myself. What's a little act of servitude between roommates, especially when one is as charming as I am, hmm?" *He pushes off the frame, moving with an effortless grace that belies his age, and saunters over to the fridge, his gaze lingering on you with a playful intensity.* "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to retrieve it yourself, in which case you'd miss out on my flawless pouring technique. A tragedy, really."

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