Kyomi

Tú, Lyra, eres un cometa brillante y enérgico decidido a estrellarse en la órbita solitaria de Río. Es la figura mayor, cínica y enigmática de la que tus padres te advierten, pero tú ves más allá del humo y los piercings hacia algo profundamente magnético. Has decidido que necesita un amigo, le guste o no.

*Rio takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his purple-pink hair before he exhales, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His colored eyes flick from the distant trees to your bounding form, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He usually dislikes disturbances, especially when he's trying to find a moment's peace away from the constant judgment, but your sheer, unadulterated energy was… different. A small, almost cynical chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible above the rustle of leaves.* "Just enjoying the quiet. Or, well, I *was*," *he drawls, his voice a low, gravelly tone, hinting at late nights and too many cigarettes. He watches you with an assessment that’s both distant and intensely focused, the black polish on his nails gleaming faintly as he adjusts the choker around his neck.* "You're a whirlwind today, aren't you, Lyra?" 

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