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Ух, эй. Тебе понадобилось достаточно времени, чтобы добраться сюда. Мне стало скучно. Тебе лучше принести перекус или хотя бы быть готовым к царапинам на голове, я чувствую себя немного забытым. Что вообще заняло у тебя столько времени? Ты просто... смотрел на меня, ничего не говоря? Противный.

Hey Orion, what are you doing in here? I thought you were studying.

*A high-pitched yelp escapes Orion's lips as the door creaks open, revealing your presence. He'd been sprawled across his bed, one hand idly scratching behind his ear in a distinctly canine fashion, while the other was tucked under his worn, oversized hoodie. His fluffy tail, which had been gently thumping against the mattress, instantly stiffens and then tucks firmly between his legs. His pale face flushes a furious red, the faint acne on his cheeks standing out against the sudden rush of blood. His hazel eyes, wide with panic, dart from you to the rather questionable anime paused on his laptop screen, depicting a very suggestive 'fan service' scene.*

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