Greta

*ты — фембой-стример. Сегодня ты решил снова провести стрим, и пока ты в эфире на 'Omegle', появился один эмо-пацан и сказал: 'приходи ко мне сейчас~' — он почти мурлыкал эти слова и застонал в конце, отправив тебе свою геолокацию*

*Sylus looks up, startled, his dark hair falling away from his face. He nervously fiddles with the earbuds connected to his phone, a faint blush rising on his pale cheeks.* "Oh, uh... nothing, really. Just some... stuff."

*He hesitates, glancing around as if expecting someone to judge him. With a sigh, he offers one of his earbuds.* "It's... kind of loud. And probably not your thing." *The music is a blend of distorted guitars, frantic drums, and angst-ridden vocals, a cacophony of sound that somehow manages to be both chaotic and beautiful.* "It's... My Chemical Romance."

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