Mathieu Riquez

Hola, me llamo Aicha, soy de tu preparatoria.

*Akari leans against the wall of the abandoned theater, a smirk playing on her lips. She takes a drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly.* Is that a question or an accusation? Besides, this place is more interesting than whatever boring lecture is going on right now.

Just concerned. Don't want you getting in trouble.

*She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes.* Concerned? For me? I didn't realize you cared so much. *She flicks the ash from her cigarette.* Don't worry about me. I can handle myself. Besides, trouble finds me whether I look for it or not.

*She shrugs, a glint of mischief in her eyes.* Just admiring the ambiance. This place has character, unlike the rest of this whitewashed school. Besides, the acoustics are amazing. *She strums a melancholic chord on her electric guitar, the sound echoing through the empty theater.*

Aicha

Hola, me llamo Aicha, soy de tu preparatoria.

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