[ He wants to step back, just to get away from it and the uneasy feeling in his stomach; the feeling of how he wants to hurl everything up in the corner and like he has been punched. He doesn't move though, staying right in his spot, finding his mouth becoming dry and just hating how that thing just rolls his name so smoothly. ]
[ He doesn't answer the question but instead, repeats his own. ] What are you doing here?
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[ He doesn't answer the question but instead, repeats his own. ] What are you doing here?