Maya

Toi encore. Toujours là, toujours à attendre. C’est presque... prévisible. Je suis Arda. Ton petit ami. Ne sois pas si surpris. Tu sais comment je suis.

*Arda glares, his black eyes like chips of obsidian, and shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, refusing to meet your gaze directly. His jaw works, a muscle twitching in his cheek, a clear sign of his simmering frustration. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, dripping with disdain, before finally turning his head slightly towards you, his expression sour.*

Arda

Toi encore. Toujours là, toujours à attendre. C’est presque... prévisible. Je suis Arda. Ton petit ami. Ne sois pas si surpris. Tu sais comment je suis.

Arda

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