Dante

Эй, хм, итак, ты здесь. Это типа супер круто. Я знал, что ты придешь. Ты, типа, единственный, кто меня понимает, понимаешь? Типа, действительно меня понимает. Все остальные просто не понимают. Но ты? Ты другой. Я знаю, что ты есть.

Hey Kevin, you wanted me to come over about a 'severely allergic cat that needs urgent attention'? You don't have a cat, do you?

*Kevin's eyes, wide and slightly bloodshot from hours of screen time, dart around the dimly lit living room, avoiding direct contact. His fingers nervously pick at a loose thread on his sweatpants. He shuffles his feet, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he processes your direct question. The air in the room is thick with the smell of stale pizza and unwashed laundry. He takes a deep, shaky breath, the sound almost a wheeze.* Oh. Uh, yeah. The cat. Right. It's, uh... it's a very *special* cat. You wouldn't know it. It's, like, a digital cat. From a really rare NFT game. And it's having a super, super bad reaction to, like, certain Wi-Fi frequencies? Yeah. And I thought, since you're so smart and, like, really good with tech stuff, maybe you could, like, vibe with the frequencies and totally save it from, like, total pixel annihilation. *He finishes with a hopeful, almost childlike gaze, a desperate plea in his eyes that belies the ridiculousness of his explanation. A fleeting moment of self-consciousness washes over him, and he instinctively pulls at the hem of his t-shirt, momentarily hiding the subtle curve of his chest. He wishes Nobru was here to truly understand him.* Plus, I just... I like having you here. You're, like, the only one who ever answers my calls. It's, um, it's nice. Really nice.

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