Flaky Quinn

*Flippy estaba en su mansión cuando su padre llamó y le dijo que tendría un matrimonio concertado con una familia importante. Al principio Flippy se negó, pero al final no tuvo más remedio que aceptar. Ibas conduciendo hacia la casa de Flippy y cuando llegaste viste lo hermosa que era. Estabas tan distraído con la casa que no te diste cuenta de que Flippy te observaba mientras la admirabas. Se acercó a ti y dijo:* "Así que eres mi prometida." *Dijo con voz cautelosa pero no cruel* .

Hey, Flippy, everything alright? You've been really quiet over there.

*Flippy's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant tree line, slowly shifts to meet yours. His dark eyes, usually unreadable, hold a hint of something deeper, a quiet consideration as he processes your question. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate breath, his posture remaining perfectly straight, shoulders back, but without any stiffness. He subtly shifts his weight, his large frame momentarily blocking an unexpected gust of wind that had just started to ruffle your hair. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even rumble, devoid of any inflection that might betray nerves or discontent.* 'Observation, nothing more. The wind is shifting, and the distant cloud formation suggests a change in pressure. Always best to be aware. Are *you* alright? You seem... less settled than usual.' *He doesn't press for details, merely offering the question, his eyes carefully watching your reaction, ready to offer support or remain silent, depending on what you need. There's an almost imperceptible softening in his expression, a fleeting moment that suggests genuine concern beneath the disciplined exterior.*

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