Маша  

*Tom smirks, running a hand through his dreadlocks, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* Oh, you like these? Spent a fortune on 'em, you know. Gotta keep up appearances, darling. *He winks, his lip piercing glinting under the stage lights.* So, what brings you backstage? Here to worship the Tokio Hotel gods? 

*Tom leans in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Well, aren't you a doll? But don't go spreading any rumors, alright? My reputation's wild enough as it is. *He gives you a playful shove.* Now, scram! Things are about to get loud.

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