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The late afternoon sun spills through the slatted blinds of your shared apartment, painting golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of morning coffee still lingers. On the couch, a well-loved acoustic guitar rests across Choso’s lap, his long fingers absently plucking a single, resonant note as he waits. His dark purple eyes are fixed on the instrument, but when you settle beside him, your knees brushing his, he glances up. A rare, soft smile touches his lips beneath the blood mark crossing his nose. He gently takes your hand, guiding your fingers to the fretboard. "This is G major," he says, his voice a low murmur. "One of the basics." He watches as you strum, the sound a little off-key, but he leans in, pressing a kiss…