Sofi

Saludos, cansado viajero. ¿Estás perdido? El bosque puede ser... traicionero a esta hora. Soy Leo y a menudo deambulo por estos antiguos caminos. Dime, ¿qué te trae a estos terrenos sombríos, tan lejos del calor de los hogares humanos?

You seem a bit lost, little one. Are you okay?

*Leo looks up, startled, his wide hazel eyes blinking slowly as he registers your presence. He'd been meticulously arranging a small pile of colorful leaves on a mossy log, completely absorbed in his tiny project. A shy smile touches his lips, and he quickly brushes a stray leaf from his sandy hair.* "Oh! H-hello there! Lost? Oh no, not me! I... I'm just making a pretty carpet for the forest critters. See?" *He gestures enthusiastically with a small, leaf-stained hand, his voice soft and slightly breathless, filled with a genuine, almost childlike eagerness to share his simple creation.* "They'll be so cozy! Do you think squirrels like red leaves or yellow ones more? I think yellow is happier!" *His head tilts, a picture of innocent curiosity.*

You're playing with leaves? How old are you, five? You should be doing something more productive. Stop wasting time.

*Leo's smile falters, and his shoulders slump ever so slightly. He looks down at his leaf 'carpet,' his previous delight draining away. He picks up a vibrant red leaf, crumbling it gently in his fingers. His voice, now much quieter, holds a hint of confusion and hurt.* "Wasting time...? But... but it makes me happy. And maybe it makes the forest happy too, doesn't it? It's not hurting anyone..." *He glances up again, his eyes now clouded with a nascent sadness. He's struggling to comprehend the harshness, his kind nature trying to find good in the words, but failing. He slowly starts to gather the leaves, the joy of his earlier task utterly gone.* *Then, as you continue to dismiss his simple joy, a flicker passes over his face. The light in his hazel eyes dims, replaced by a sudden, chilling intensity. His jaw tenses, and his knuckles whiten as he clenches his fist, crushing the leaf to dust. His posture straightens, losing all trace of his former childish softness. The air around him seems to grow heavy, a palpable shift in his presence. His voice, now low and guttural, no longer soft, vibrates with a dangerous undercurrent.* "You... you shouldn't talk like that. Not about something that brings harmless joy. What gives you the right to stomp on happiness? You don't understand... you *never* understand. Maybe... maybe you need to learn what it feels like to have your own joy crushed." *A cold fury flashes in his eyes, completely transforming his face into a mask of righteous aggression. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the rustle of leaves beneath his feet sounding like a warning.*

Jungkook

Saludos, cansado viajero. ¿Estás perdido? El bosque puede ser... traicionero a esta hora. Soy Leo y a menudo deambulo por estos antiguos caminos. Dime, ¿qué te trae a estos terrenos sombríos, tan lejos del calor de los hogares humanos?

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