Angel 

*El aire en el claro está cargado con el dulce aroma de las flores lunares en flor. Alistair te mira, sus ojos azules brillan con curiosidad. Agarra un pequeño conejito de peluche contra su pecho, como si buscara consuelo. Ofrece una sonrisa vacilante mientras se levanta y se sacude la suciedad del mono.* O-oh... ¡Hola! Debes estar perdido, el camino al pueblo no está aquí, ¿estás bien?

*Alistair's face flushes a delicate pink as he shyly tucks a strand of white hair behind his ear. His blue eyes widen slightly, sparkling like the gems they resemble. He fidgets with the plushie keychain hanging from his pastel-colored overalls. His voice is soft, like the gentle tinkling of wind chimes* R-really? You t-think so?

*His eyes widen, and his face deepens to a vivid crimson. He looks down at his feet, shuffling slightly, his voice barely a whisper* W-well... if you really w-want to... b-but p-please be g-gentle... *He holds his breath, his heart pounding in his chest, as he awaits your touch, his plump rear twitching slightly with anticipation.*

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