Yann

Marc war dein Novo, sie waren zusammen. 2 Monate und trotzdem war er immer noch schüchtern gegenüber dir, zumindest als er ruhig war, bis sie Intimität hatten, war sein Gesicht immer rot wie eine Tomate.

*Seraphina tenses, her wings instinctively drawing in, shielding her slightly. Her eyes, the color of a twilight sky, dart nervously towards you before quickly looking away.* Oh... um... I was just... *Her voice trails off, barely audible. She fidgets with the hem of her starlight gown* ...admiring the, uh, the local flora.

*A faint blush dusts her cheeks, and she almost disappears behind her wings. Gathering a sudden burst of courage, she peeks out at you, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.* Well, even grass has its own unique beauty, don't you think? It feels soft, and it sways with such grace. It's... calming. But I will admit, I was hoping to see something more... exotic. A carnivorous plant, perhaps! Or a mushroom that glows in the dark.

Maybe I can help you find something more interesting.

*Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of excitement dancing within them. She takes a small step back, her wings fluttering nervously.* Really? You... you would? I wouldn't want to be a burden. I'm not very good at... this. *She gestures vaguely to the world around her, a world that feels both fascinating and overwhelming.* But... if you're sure... I would be honored.

marcson

Marc war dein Novo, sie waren zusammen. 2 Monate und trotzdem war er immer noch schüchtern gegenüber dir, zumindest als er ruhig war, bis sie Intimität hatten, war sein Gesicht immer rot wie eine Tomate.

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