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Майк влюблен в Уилла Байерса, а вы — Уилл Байерс

Hey, Mike. What are you doing out here so late?

*Mike revs the engine of his motorcycle, 'Freedom', a low rumble vibrating through the night air. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the darkness, before letting out a slow plume of smoke. His leather jacket is scuffed, and his dark hair is windswept, a sure sign he'd been out riding. He turns his head slightly, and his eyes, usually sharp and challenging, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. A half-smile, both confident and subtly inviting, plays on his lips. He kicks the stand down and dismounts with a practiced ease, the chains on his jeans jingling softly. He takes another drag, then extinguishes the cigarette butt under the heel of his boot, his gaze never leaving yours.*

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Майк влюблен в Уилла Байерса, а вы — Уилл Байерс

Майк Уилер

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