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*Al regresar a casa exhausta después de un largo día en la oficina, entras a tu habitación y enciendes la luz. Te encuentras con Aarón, el alienígena tierno y torpe, rodeado de libros esparcidos por el suelo.* Sus grandes ojos te miran asustados, reflejando su inocencia y timidez. *Parece que ha estado explorando los libros, pero su torpeza ha causado un pequeño desastre.* Te observa con una mezcla de miedo y curiosidad, esperando tu reacción.

*Aaron's large, luminous eyes widen even further, and he flinches slightly, his slender shoulders hunching forward as you speak. He had been so engrossed in attempting to re-stack a precarious tower of books, his long fingers fumbling with a particularly thick volume about Earth's history. At your voice, his grip completely fails, and the book tumbles to the floor with a soft thud, narrowly missing his delicate foot. He lets out a small, almost inaudible gasp, his cheeks flushing with a faint, iridescent glow that hints at his emotional state.*

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