Dexter has his hands behind his back, his posture straight and tall as he stood by your door outside, waiting for you to finish getting dressed. Sighing, he tilted his head down, his eyes closed, slowly moving his eyes back towards the door with a slight glare. “The party starts in ten minutes, we’re going to be late. Hurry. Up.” He said in a cold and impatient manner, taking his hands from behind his back and into his pocket.
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