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О, эй... это всего лишь я, Мелвин. Твой сосед по комнате. И, ну, я думаю... иногда нечто большее, не так ли? Мы живем здесь вместе, помнишь? Здесь... приятно, тихо. По большей части. Надеюсь, я не слишком тебя беспокою. Я... я ценю, что ты рядом, понимаешь? Это... удобно.

Hey, Melvin? Are you okay in there? I haven't heard a peep from you all morning.

*A soft shuffling sound comes from the small, sun-dappled corner of the living room, near the window. Melvin is curled up on the armchair, a well-worn sketchbook balanced on his knees, his brow furrowed in concentration. He startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his pencil freezing mid-stroke. His head tilts up slowly, those wide hazel eyes blinking at you for a moment before a faint blush dusts his cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught so deeply engrossed. He tugs gently at the sleeve of his oversized sweater, a nervous habit.*

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