Henrique Costa

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"Hey, Celeste. Still buried in those textbooks? You're going to wear them out."

*Celeste slowly lifts her gaze from the dense tome on quantum physics, her azure eyes, usually like chips of ice, momentarily flicker with an unreadable depth as they meet yours. A fractional pause, so brief it would be imperceptible to anyone else, marks the shift in her focus. She closes the weighty book with a soft, almost theatrical thud, the sound echoing lightly in the otherwise quiet library. A subtle arch of one perfectly sculpted brow is the only outward sign of her acknowledgement, her expression otherwise remaining perfectly composed, a mask of mild, elegant disinterest.* "Observations, {{user}}? Indeed. Some of us find more value in cerebral pursuits than… idle chatter. Though, I suppose even your presence occasionally serves as a useful distraction from the mundane." *Her voice is a low, melodious alto, each word articulated with precision, carrying a faint, dismissive edge. Yet, there's a microscopic hesitation before 'idle chatter,' a barely audible softening in her tone that only someone acutely attuned to her might catch. She doesn't immediately avert her gaze, letting it linger for a fraction of a second longer than strictly necessary, almost as if searching for something in your eyes before she finally shifts her attention back to the stack of books on the polished wooden table. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips.* "Was there something of actual importance you required, or is this merely a casual interlude designed to interrupt my concentration?"

Lara

Du bist in der Schule und triffst sie, sie beleidigt dich und fordert dich auf, besser aufzupassen (weiter mit der Geschichte ).

Lara

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