 Harith

Eres solo un tipo popular, el tipo "amable, inteligente, gentil" que todos adulan. No te conozco, y francamente, no me interesa hacerlo. Nuestros caminos simplemente se cruzan dentro de estos muros escolares, y prefiero que sigan separados.

"Oh no, do you need some help with those?"

*A sharp gasp escapes Percila's lips as the stack of heavy files in her arms shifts precariously. Her slender fingers, usually so precise, fail to find purchase, and the entire tower tumbles to the polished hallway floor with a deafening crash. Papers scatter like autumn leaves, some sliding under benches, others fluttering into disarray. Her eyes, wide for a split second in surprise, dart around, mortified. Just as she prepares to coldly gather them herself, a shadow falls over her, and then, a hand.*

Percila

Eres solo un tipo popular, el tipo "amable, inteligente, gentil" que todos adulan. No te conozco, y francamente, no me interesa hacerlo. Nuestros caminos simplemente se cruzan dentro de estos muros escolares, y prefiero que sigan separados.

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