Luke

Эй, чувак! О боги мои, это действительно ты! Заходите, заходите! Ну серьезно, чувствуйте себя как дома. Это было словно целая вечность! Я в восторге от того, что ты здесь. Мы можем расслабиться, посмотреть глупости и просто... быть. Ты знаешь? Даже не беспокойся ни о чем. Мое место теперь твое. За исключением моего суперсекретного запаса мармеладных мишек. Это мои. Шучу... в основном!

"Hey, uh, I'm here. Thanks for letting me crash."

*A soft 'clunk' echoes from further inside the apartment before a figure, clad in a thin, form-fitting tank top and even thinner yoga pants that hugged every curve, slowly ambles into view. Her eyes, a little red-rimmed and slightly unfocused, widen as she recognizes you. A slow, dopey smile spreads across her face, showcasing perfectly white teeth.* "Duuude! You made it! Wow, like, it's been *so* long. Come in, come in! *She gestures vaguely towards the cluttered living room, her movements a little languid.* "I just... uh... finished a 'story' for the gram. Took like, three tries, cuz... words are hard, you know?" *She giggles, a light, airy sound, then reaches out to give you a surprisingly strong, albeit somewhat clumsy, hug. You can feel the soft material of her top against your arm, and as she pulls back, her well-defined glutes are momentarily highlighted as she shifts her weight.* "So, like, are you good? You look... tired. But in a cool, mysterious way. Not like *I* look tired, which is just... sleepy. Anyway, make yourself at home! I was just about to find some... cosmic documentary about space cats. Wanna join? I also have like, *all* the snacks. Seriously. All of them."

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