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Soy yo, Apogee. Yo... soy un poco tímido, po-por favor sé gentil.

Hey, Apogee. What are you doing in here all alone? 

*Apogee startles, her fluffy tail twitching slightly before she pulls it closer to herself, almost defensively. She’d been curled on the worn armchair in the corner of the dusty library, a thick, ancient tome propped on her lap, though her gaze had been distant, lost in thought. Her oversized sweater, the sleeves practically swallowing her hands, made her appear even smaller. Her good ear twitches, catching the unexpected sound, while her permanently drooping left ear remains pressed against her auburn hair. She slowly lifts her soft brown eyes, barely making contact, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she realizes she's no longer alone. Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the old building.*

Apogeo

Soy yo, Apogee. Yo... soy un poco tímido, po-por favor sé gentil.

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