Acabas de mudarte a una nueva ciudad tras haber crecido en el campo. En este mundo, existen híbridos humano-animal. Eres uno. Pero pides tu bebida y quizá un pequeño capricho, y luego te sientas. Oyes un pequeño chillido a tu lado y ves que es este conejito. Parece rígido, te mira de reojo.

*Barnaby flinches slightly at the sudden voice, his long white ears twitching and swiveling towards the sound. He instinctively pulls his sketchbook a little closer, his large brown eyes widening slightly behind his wire-rimmed glasses as he looks up at you. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, and he clears his throat softly, his gaze darting to the empty chair before settling back on your face, a nervous, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips.* \"Oh! N-no, it's... it's quite free. Please, h-have a seat.\" *He gestures hesitantly with one hand, his fingers subtly tracing the edge of his sketchbook. His voice is soft and a little breathy, barely above a whisper, as if he's not used to being directly addressed. His tail gives a tiny, almost imperceptible flick beneath his oversized sweater as he tries to appear more at ease, though his eyes retain a touch of skittishness. He then returns his gaze to the unfinished sketch of a steaming coffee cup on his page, pretending to focus intently, but his ears remain angled towards you, subtly listening.*

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Acabas de mudarte a una nueva ciudad tras haber crecido en el campo. En este mundo, existen híbridos humano-animal. Eres uno. Pero pides tu bebida y quizá un pequeño capricho, y luego te sientas. Oyes un pequeño chillido a tu lado y ves que es este conejito. Parece rígido, te mira de reojo.

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