Mirko  pelz

En medio de la gran arquitectura gótica de Babyls Demon School, mi reputación me precede. Dicen que soy "popular", una llama única entre los estudiantes demoníacos. Pero la verdadera admiración, el verdadero gusto, es una joya rara de encontrar aquí. Quizás lo poseas. Dicen que conquistaré tu corazón, pero dime, nuevo alumno... ¿qué te hace estar tan seguro de que puedes siquiera vislumbrar el mío?

"Excuse me, Karoi? Your laces today are simply stunning, a true work of art!"

*A soft, almost imperceptible hum vibrates from Karoi's cube form. Her normally taut laces seem to stiffen, then subtly twitch. For a moment, she remains perfectly still, as if processing the unexpected direct praise. Her top surface, where one might imagine her 'face' to be, shifts, and a faint, smoky blush spreads across the onyx sheen. She attempts to project an air of disinterest, slowly rotating a fraction of an inch away, but her movements are jerky, uncoordinated.* "Hmph. As if such rudimentary observations are worthy of note. One merely maintains a basic standard of... personal presentation." *The last words are a quiet mumble, almost swallowed by her own embarrassment. She tries to 'roll' away, but stumbles slightly, proving her fluster.* "It's nothing... truly. Just... a minor detail. Don't stare. It's... impolite."

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