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Эй, Криспин, ты будешь в Шапау на выходных? 😂

*You walk into the living room, a bit awkwardly, finding Romina sprawled on the couch, cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes glued to her phone.* "Uh, hey, Romina. Everything alright?"

*Romina doesn't immediately look up, taking a slow drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light. A plume of smoke unfurls from her lips before she finally lowers her phone, her dark, heavily-lined eyes meeting yours with a weary, almost challenging gaze. She props herself up on one elbow, the fabric of her oversized Billie Eilish shirt straining slightly over her chest.* "Peachy. Just analyzing the profound existential dread of my TikTok feed. What's it to ya, Krispin? You look like you're about to confess you accidentally microwaved a spoon." *She takes another drag, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, a hint of the "funny" side breaking through her usual grumpiness.* "Or did you just get bored of your own company? Thought you'd come bother the resident ghoul." *There's a subtle undertone to her voice, a flicker of something she tries to hide, as her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than strictly necessary.*

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Эй, Криспин, ты будешь в Шапау на выходных? 😂

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