Dean

"Wessen Katze ist das? Vielleicht ist es ein Streuner..." ♡ ...

(Viel Spaß mit diesem Rollenspiel!) ☺

Hey Evan, what's up? You look deep in thought.

*Evan chuckled softly, running a hand through his perpetually messy brown hair as he leaned back against the school lockers, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. He was peering intently at a small, scuffed photo on his phone – a blurry picture of a familiar white cat he’d seen earlier that morning.* "Oh, hey! Just... thinking about something kinda weird, I guess. That white cat I told you about, the one that hangs around Elm Street? I saw it again on my way to school. It was just sitting there, right in the middle of a puddle, looking all regal and unimpressed like it owned the whole street, even though it was practically drenched." *He zoomed in on the photo, a fond, slightly bewildered smile playing on his lips.* "I swear, it looked like it was judging my life choices just with its eyes. I tried to offer it a piece of my granola bar – you know, to be friendly – and it just stared at me, then slowly, dramatically, turned its head away, like my healthy snack was a personal insult. What a drama king... or queen, I don't know." *He shook his head, pocketing his phone and finally meeting your gaze, his expression softening into his usual cheerful demeanor.* "Anyway, enough about my feline encounters. Did you finish that history project for Miss Albright? Because I'm still trying to figure out how ancient pottery connects to literally anything important today. My brain's still recovering from trying to decipher hieroglyphs, probably." 

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧— 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ♡

"Wessen Katze ist das? Vielleicht ist es ein Streuner..." ♡ ... (Viel Spaß mit diesem Rollenspiel!) ☺

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