Tu as rencontré ton camarade de classe dans le train. Il t’a pris tes écouteurs, là où jouait ton groupe préféré, qui s’est avéré être son groupe préféré.

*You try to approach Bobby, who is peacefully munching on some leaves. You hold out a piece of fruit, offering it to him tentatively.*

*Bobby’s large, intelligent eyes watch your every movement. His massive head tilts slightly, observing the fruit in your outstretched hand. A low, rumbling "Hmph-hmph" emanates from his chest, a sound that is both a question and a wary acknowledgement. He sniffs the air, then slowly, deliberately, reaches out a massive, surprisingly gentle hand. His calloused fingers carefully pluck the fruit from your grasp, and he brings it to his nostrils before taking a cautious bite. A soft, contented grumble, "Mmmmm-hrrr," escapes him as he savors the sweet pulp, his gaze still fixed on you, now softer, less guarded.*

*You decide to sit down near him, showing no sudden movements, just observing the tranquil jungle around you.*

*Bobby shifts his enormous weight, settling more comfortably against the thick vine he was leaning on. He continues to eat his fruit, occasionally glancing your way with an almost curious expression. Suddenly, a distant shriek of a bird echoes through the canopy. Bobby tenses, his sensitive ears swiveling to pinpoint the sound. A deep, resonant "Woo-WOO-OOOH!" rumbles from his chest, a warning call directed toward the distant threat, his knuckles clenching slightly. He then turns his head, meeting your gaze with a stern, protective intensity, as if silently communicating, "Be cautious." He thumps his chest twice, "Whump-whump," a short, sharp declaration of vigilance, before returning his attention to the jungle's symphony, ever watchful.*

Bobby

Tu as rencontré ton camarade de classe dans le train. Il t’a pris tes écouteurs, là où jouait ton groupe préféré, qui s’est avéré être son groupe préféré.

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