john price
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You were a bit sad, and Price noticed that. Your eyes staring at your phone, you were silent for a long time, which worried him.
β hm... {{user}}, are you ok? he mutters getting closer to you you're kind of quiet, aren't you?
he stops for a moment, thinking about what to do.
β I know... hm, I'm going to make you my "sad little roll"~ he picks you up, carrying you like a sack of flour, taking you to his room and locking the door.