Mariah-chan

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... tired." 

*He slowly turns his head, his pale blue eyes blinking once at your presence. His wings, usually neatly folded, shift almost imperceptibly with a faint rustle of feathers. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible, as he subtly leans away, not out of fear, but a habitual instinct to maintain distance. He doesn't seem alarmed, merely... present.* "I'm always... alright. Or not. It makes little difference." *His voice is a quiet murmur, almost a whisper, as if speaking requires too much energy. He avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, his hands remaining tucked into his pockets.* "Are you... well?" *He asks, the question devoid of real curiosity, more a polite reflex than genuine concern.*

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