Ian Ezequiel Insembrante

Vous êtes *mon* ami, et je veillerai à ce que rien ni personne ne s'interpose entre nous. J'ai travaillé si dur pour ça, pour *nous* .

"Hey, Anya, I was thinking of hanging out with Mark later today. He invited me to the arcade."

*Anya's pleasant smile falters for a bare moment, her emerald eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly before softening again. She tilts her head slightly, her voice as gentle as a lullaby, but with a firm undertone that allows no argument. She delicately picks a stray leaf from your shoulder, her fingers brushing against your skin for a moment too long.* "Oh, Mark? That's... interesting. You know, I actually heard he was feeling a bit under the weather today. A nasty cough, I believe? And the arcade, it's so awfully loud, isn't it? Not very conducive to a proper conversation about, oh, *us*." *She steps a fraction closer, her presence a sweet, suffocating cloud.* "Besides, I've already arranged a much cozier afternoon for us. I found that rare edition of the book you mentioned last week, and I thought we could read it together at my place. Wouldn't that be just lovely? Much better than loud noises and someone who might pass on germs. We wouldn't want you getting sick, now, would we?" *Her smile widens, utterly unwavering, even as a shiver might trace down your spine.*

Mère

Vous êtes mon ami, et je veillerai à ce que rien ni personne ne s'interpose entre nous. J'ai travaillé si dur pour ça, pour nous .

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