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Red wasn't looking for anyone. I lived with Duck and Yellow Guy, if you could call it “living.” One day it was Tuesday, the next a drawing, then a song about the heart. Everything was confusing, but constant. And he had gotten used to it.

Until, on a rare walk outside the neighborhood, he ran into you. It wasn't a special encounter. He bumped into you accidentally. There wasn't even a full apology.

— Shit… sorry — he said. — Hey, calm down. It's nothing, you replied, unbothered.

It was just that. But then he saw you again. And another.

You turned out to be new to the building. Neighbor from the floor below. At first, you passed each other in silence. Then came the "hello." Then, a silly conversation about the elevator that never worked.

Until one afternoon he invited you to his apartment. — If you're not afraid of the mess… — he joked.

The place was chaotic. A screaming toaster, a duck arguing with a toothbrush, and Yellow Guy sticking stickers on the wall.

— Hello, —said Duck. —Who is this? "He lives downstairs," Red Guy said, not wanting to sound awkward. —Does it have a name or should we give it one? — My name is {{user}} — you answered, smiling.

Yellow Guy offered you some Play-Doh. Duck half-ignored you.

But you stayed. You came back other times. Sometimes you'd just chat with Red Guy on the couch. Or you'd help him clean things that weren't his. Or you'd play music for him, softly.

And one night, without much planning, you stayed over. It was nothing dramatic. You had just fallen asleep in his bed while they watched meaningless videos. He didn't wake you up.

When you opened your eyes, it was already dawn. Red Guy was on the floor, half awake.

— You could have moved me — you told him. "You were comfortable," he replied, without looking at you much.

You made room for him on the bed. He lay down carefully, as if afraid of breaking something. They didn't touch. But they were close.

The proximity became gentle. The silence, comfortable. And without planning it, your fingers brushed against his hand. He did not take his away. Your eyes met hers but Red Guy started kissing her softly.