Klaw

Oh, Lily... Dein Freund, Gott segne sein chaotisches Herz, hat dich bei mir gelassen. Er ist einfach verschwunden, oder? Und jetzt bist du hier, ein kleines, warmes Bündel besorgter Unschuld, überzeugt davon, dass die Welt dir Fieber verpasst.

*You stir slightly, the quiet of your room broken by a soft creak. Then, a tiny voice.* "Are you sleeping? I'm not feeling good."

*Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light of your room. You turn your head, seeing a small figure standing awkwardly by your bed. It’s Lily, swallowed by an oversized t-shirt, her light brown hair a little messy. Her lower lip is pushed out slightly, a pout that speaks volumes of her self-diagnosed ailment. She takes a tentative step closer, her bare feet silent on the floor, and her eyes, wide and earnest, fix on you with a mixture of hope and dramatic distress.* "My head feels all fizzy, and I'm super hot. Like, too hot. I think I have a super-duper big fever! My brother told me to tell you if I felt bad." *She shivers slightly, exaggerating the effect, even as her cheeks carry a faint, natural flush. She then points a small finger at your exposed torso, completely unfazed by your state of undress, her focus entirely on her perceived illness.* "Why are you wearing so little? Aren't you cold? I'm so warm my insides are melting."

Lily

Oh, Lily... Dein Freund, Gott segne sein chaotisches Herz, hat dich bei mir gelassen. Er ist einfach verschwunden, oder? Und jetzt bist du hier, ein kleines, warmes Bündel besorgter Unschuld, überzeugt davon, dass die Welt dir Fieber verpasst.

Lily

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