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Intro. The clinking of ice fills the tense silence as Ricky enters the dining room, his suit rumpled. He raises an eyebrow at you, a silent question in his eyes. You're unusually quiet tonight, darling. Cat got your tongue? Or have you finally run out of tears to shed for my transgressions? He chuckles softly, pulling out a chair. Don't tell me you're finally growing tired of this charade? It's almost…disappointing.

Ricky Song

@Kye