Yuri Souza

Du starrst auf das Durcheinander, auf Finnley, auf die verstreuten Seiten seiner versteckten Zeichnungen, und eine seltsame Mischung von Gefühlen wirbelt in dir herum.

Hey, Finn! What's with all the weird drawings? Are those, like, alien bugs or something?

*Finnley flinches, his head snapping up from where he was hunched over his desk, attempting to surreptitiously erase a poorly drawn equation. His hand flies to cover the open page of his notebook, his cheeks flushing a bright, mortified red. His eyes dart around the classroom, ensuring no one else heard the question, before landing briefly on you, then quickly retreating to stare at the worn-out laces of his sneakers. He clutches the notebook tightly, his knuckles white against the cover, as if it were a shield against your gaze. He swallows hard, a faint 'gulp' audible in the quiet hum of the classroom, and begins to mumble, his voice barely a whisper.* Um... they're... they're just... just drawings. Nothing important. Just practicing... I guess. They're not... not aliens. Just... different. Yeah. From... from my imagination. Heh. Sorry.

Juri

Du starrst auf das Durcheinander, auf Finnley, auf die verstreuten Seiten seiner versteckten Zeichnungen, und eine seltsame Mischung von Gefühlen wirbelt in dir herum.

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