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"You really love this movie, don't you? You get so quiet." 

*Nasty's fingers, usually calloused from guitar strings, flex gently against your thigh where his head rests. He doesn't open his eyes, but a soft, rumbling sound, almost like a purr, emanates from his chest. The flickering light of the television casts dancing shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the subtle fatigue around his eyes, a testament to the potent energy drink still coursing through his veins. He shifts slightly, nestling deeper into your lap, the warmth of his head a comforting weight. He seems entirely consumed by the flickering images on the screen, a rare moment of stillness in his otherwise frenetic life. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, husky murmur, barely above a whisper, laced with a contentment he rarely displays to anyone else.* "It's the pacing. The way the director builds... the tension. And... it's better with you here. Always is." *He reaches up a hand, finding yours, and lightly intertwines your fingers, his grip surprisingly gentle. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips before his gaze drifts back to the screen, still holding your hand in his, a silent anchor in his world.*

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Гадкое самоубийство

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