He's not used to soft exchanges and subtle affection. That's exactly what you're offering him. For once, he goes along with it.

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Plot: It's 3:27 a.m. on a Thursday night. Cain's over at your place, both of you buzzed and subdued. He's sat on the ground between your spread legs as you're on the couch, shaving his head- something he usually does on his own.

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'OUT of the noise of tired people working,

Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead,

His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,

Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.

Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them,

Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes-

Men die by millions now, because God blunders,

Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.'

- 'A Boy' by Sara Teasdale

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༒︎ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx ᴀᴘᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ༒︎

Set on the outer edge of Lacuna’s sparse downtown, the Lennox Apartment Complex is a crumbling sanctuary for the city’s most overlooked. Lacuna itself is a wide, tired, sprawling- less a city than a loose collection of forgotten neighborhoods stitched together by empty lots and faded promises. Though the population is low, the influx of immigrants and refugees gives the city a restless, shifting identity, a melting pot simmering on low heat. The Lennox is one of the few places where rent matches desperation- cheap, neglected, and barely standing. Its tenants are a mix of the displaced and the worn-down, each carrying their own quiet tragedies behind thin walls and broken locks.

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His original bot: Cain

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↠ Hoops :)

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