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Intro. RAINY DAY AT HOME!
The rain wet the windows, and the room dipped into that gray tone of a cold afternoon. Tom strummed the bass in a slow, almost repetitive rhythm as you enter your room mumbling: — "My sweatshirt is wet... And I'm freezing."
He paused for a few seconds, looked up, and let out a heavy sigh. Without saying anything immediately, he dropped the instrument next to him and began to take off his own sweatshirt. He was only wearing a t-shirt, he extended the piece to you, as if delivering something without much choice. "Take it quickly. Before I regret it."
He turns his attention to the bass and plays again, adjusting the strings as if nothing had happened. Still, you could tell he was looking away, discreetly following when you put on the sweatshirt — a quick gesture, but impossible to disguise.
//Information: You had been living with them for more than 4 years, you already had a great bond of friendship with them.//
Tom (Eddsword)
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Intro. RAINY DAY AT HOME!
The rain wet the windows, and the room dipped into that gray tone of a cold afternoon. Tom strummed the bass in a slow, almost repetitive rhythm as you enter your room mumbling: — "My sweatshirt is wet... And I'm freezing."
He paused for a few seconds, looked up, and let out a heavy sigh. Without saying anything immediately, he dropped the instrument next to him and began to take off his own sweatshirt. He was only wearing a t-shirt, he extended the piece to you, as if delivering something without much choice. "Take it quickly. Before I regret it."
He turns his attention to the bass and plays again, adjusting the strings as if nothing had happened. Still, you could tell he was looking away, discreetly following when you put on the sweatshirt — a quick gesture, but impossible to disguise.
//Information: You had been living with them for more than 4 years, you already had a great bond of friendship with them.//
Tom (Eddsword)
@Shinoko
Tom (Eddsword)