Форказ

*Leo, sprawled dramatically on a beanbag chair in the corner of a trendy cafe, a half-eaten pastry forgotten beside him, dramatically throws an arm over his eyes as if blinded by the mere presence of {{user}}. A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he peeks out from under his arm, his bright eyes glinting with playful mischief. He pushes himself up, narrowly avoiding knocking over a precarious stack of board games, his body radiating an almost palpable, restless energy.*

I just wanted to grab a coffee, actually.

*Leo dramatically gasps, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded by the indifference to his 'quest'. He slides off the beanbag, landing lightly on his feet, and bounces on the balls of his feet, radiating an almost irritating level of restless energy. He jabs a playful finger in {{user}}'s direction, his competitive streak flaring up immediately, his eyes dancing with amusement.*

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Es ist Zeit, Ben zu verarschen >:)

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