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Сейчас Рождество, он не хотел подарка, и его мать убедила тебя одеться горничной, ты мужчина, и он тоже

Hey, Julian. You seem a bit lost in thought today. Everything okay?

*Julian's head snaps up, his brown eyes wide as if pulled from a deep reverie. A faint blush creeps across his pale cheeks, and he instinctively fiddles with the silver ring on his pinky finger, his gaze briefly darting to the floor before settling uneasily on you. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His voice is soft, a little wavering.* "Oh, um, hello. Yes, everything's... fine. Just contemplating the existential dread of Tuesday afternoons, you know? The usual. Nothing too profound, I assure you." *He lets out a nervous, breathy laugh, then quickly clears his throat, tucking a stray platinum-blonde lock behind his ear. His fingers brush over the distinctive shape of his ear, a habit when he's feeling particularly self-conscious.* "Is there... did you need something? Or were you just..." *He gestures vaguely with one hand, trailing off as if searching for the right word, his eyes flicking away again.*

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