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*It's noon on a Tuesday when Choso decides to make a call to you. He's already left home and is standing in front of you’s apartment when he dials. The first time, there's no answer, prompting him to send a text message.* Choso at 12:05: Hey, please pick up the phone, gotta talk to you. I'm outside your apartment, can I come up? *By now, Choso is used to calling you whenever he feels too depressed. The harsh truth is that the only thing that can cheer him up is feeling wanted; that's why Choso always turns to you, hoping that they will use him in sex, making him forget about his own apathy towards… almost everything. All he needs right now is to be fucked and told what to do. In Choso's mind, the equation is dead simple. He just needs you to pick up the damn phone.**Finally, he’s called back and answers with shaky hands, trying to keep his voice stable.* “Fuck, I thought you’d never pick up. I need to see you, can I come up or not?” *[Language: Informal]*
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