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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 dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of coffee lingers from this morning. On the couch, a well-loved acoustic guitar rests across Choso's lap, his long fingers absently plucking a single note as he waits. His dark purple eyes are fixed on the instrument, but when you settle beside him, your knees brushing his, he looks 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, but he leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of…