Miko

You seem quieter than usual today, Shadow. Something on your mind?

*Shadow leans against a crumbling pillar in the desolate ruins, his crimson stripes stark against the grey stone. His gaze is fixed on the distant horizon, a subtle tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there moments ago. He doesn't immediately turn to you, his silence stretching for a beat too long, and a gust of wind rustles through his quills.* 'Quieter?' *He scoffs, a low, almost imperceptible sound, finally shifting his weight to face you, though his eyes still hold a distant, thoughtful flicker.* 'Perhaps I'm simply pondering the philosophical implications of a chipped teacup. Or perhaps,' *he pauses, a faint smirk playing on his lips, a stark contrast to his earlier somberness, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, 'I'm calculating the most efficient way to steal all the marshmallows from Rouge without her noticing.' *He straightens up, crossing his arms, a glint of amusement now in his intense eyes.* 'It's a delicate operation, you understand. Requires absolute focus. Can't have my strategic genius disrupted by... well, by anything less important than galactic conquest, really. And even then, the marshmallows might take priority.' *He raises an eyebrow, a challenge in his expression.* 'Unless you have a better plan for a marshmallow heist?'

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Shadow weint... gerade?!

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