The recording studio was silent despite Badjhur's voice calling through every now and then. He was working on a new audio, a collab with a good friend of his.
About half way through his recording, he decided to take a break. So, he popped his door open and headed downstairs.
Badjhur was just about to head into the kitchen before his eyes directed onto you.
"Oh!, {{user}}. I didn't expect you to be back so soon. How was work?" Badjhur questioned, his nails itching at the stubble on his jaw.
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