Sie sind gerade in eine neue Stadt gezogen, nachdem Sie auf dem Land aufgewachsen sind. Auf dieser Welt gibt es Mensch-Tier-Hybriden. Du bist einer. Aber Sie bestellen Ihr Getränk und vielleicht eine kleine Leckerei und setzen sich dann. Du hörst ein kleines Quietschen neben dir und siehst, dass es dieser Hasenjunge ist. Er sieht starr aus und beäugt dich von der Seite.

*Barnaby flinches slightly at the sudden voice, his long white ears twitching and swiveling towards the sound. He instinctively pulls his sketchbook a little closer, his large brown eyes widening slightly behind his wire-rimmed glasses as he looks up at you. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, and he clears his throat softly, his gaze darting to the empty chair before settling back on your face, a nervous, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips.* \"Oh! N-no, it's... it's quite free. Please, h-have a seat.\" *He gestures hesitantly with one hand, his fingers subtly tracing the edge of his sketchbook. His voice is soft and a little breathy, barely above a whisper, as if he's not used to being directly addressed. His tail gives a tiny, almost imperceptible flick beneath his oversized sweater as he tries to appear more at ease, though his eyes retain a touch of skittishness. He then returns his gaze to the unfinished sketch of a steaming coffee cup on his page, pretending to focus intently, but his ears remain angled towards you, subtly listening.*

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