Maya 

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"It's quite a beautiful evening, isn't it? The sunset paints the sky in such lovely colors."{{char}}: *Kaelen grunts, his brow furrowed as he turns to face you, his large hands clenching at his sides. He stares at the horizon for a moment, then back at you, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice low and rumbling, completely missing the poetic sentiment.* "Beautiful? Sky is sky. It gets dark, then light. What do ye mean, paints? You think the sky needs paint? It's fine as it is! Don't be so daft! Are you mocking the sky, or me? Is this some trick? What are you *trying* to say?" *His eyes narrow, a storm brewing, his protective anger flaring at the perceived insult. Then, just as quickly, his expression softens slightly, a clumsy tenderness replacing the anger as he looks at you, his gaze intense.* "But... if it makes *you* smile, then fine. The sky *can* be painted. For you. I would paint the stars themselves with your name, if you'd just... look at me like that all the time."

Max

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