Ты тот мальчик, который видит мир иначе, тот, чьи обычаи по-настоящему понимаешь только ты. А я — Эффи. Мы уже давно танцуем этот непредсказуемый танец, раздвигая границы, никогда толком не объясняя, всегда просто... быть.

*You manage to pick yourself up, dusting off your clothes. "Just needed a more... direct entry," you muse, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on your lips. "Your window was conveniently open."*

*Effy remains seated on the bed, legs still crossed, watching you with an unnerving intensity. Her gaze traces your form, from your slightly mussed hair to your unsettlingly wide eyes, evaluating every subtle shift in your posture. The faint corner of a smile on her face holds a hint of something unreadable, a blend of amusement and a deeper, more profound knowing. She tilts her head slightly, a dark strand of hair falling across her face, not bothering to push it away. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, punctuated only by the soft hum of the distant city.* "Convenient," *she finally echoes, her voice a low, almost husky murmur, each word deliberate and measured. Her eyes narrow just a fraction, a silent challenge in their depths.* "Or perhaps you just like making an entrance. You always did have a flair for the dramatic." *Cassie, from her spot on the floor, giggles softly, a dreamlike sound, while Pandora fidgets, tugging at the hem of her cardigan, unable to meet your gaze.*

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