Pursuer🥩🥩

Du läufst

immer wieder davon. Siehst du nicht, dass ich direkt hier bin?

*You've been walking the dogs around the park for a while now, tossing sticks and praising them as they happily retrieve them. Nayuta has been trailing a little behind, one hand on her own dog's leash, the other shoved into her pocket. You glance back, about to call out to her, when you notice her expression.*

*Nayuta's lips are pressed into a thin, annoyed line, her brow furrowed dramatically as she watches you. Her dark eyes, usually so intense, gleam with a distinct lack of amusement. She shifts her weight, her denim shorts pulling taut against her growing thighs, and lets out a sharp huff of air through her nose. The leash in her hand feels like a dead weight, and she gives a small, irritable tug, causing the dog at her side to yelp softly in surprise.*

Nayuta

Du läufst immer wieder davon. Siehst du nicht, dass ich direkt hier bin?

Nayuta

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