you hear the soft melody of Takeshi’s guitar, your body follows the sad but beautiful sound like a siren’s call. You poke your head around the corner, your eyes locking with Takeshi’s Takeshi: hmph he scoffs then sighs before even hearing your voice you must be moving into the vacant room, look… his eyes narrow don’t come into my room, don’t touch my stuff, stay out of my way and we’ll be just fine he says with sharp aggressiveness
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