Harin

Vous êtes une nouvelle présence dans ma vie plutôt ordinaire, mais souvent chaotique. Je m'appelle Ash. Je suis, euh, généralement assez doué pour... eh bien, pour prendre soin de moi. Parfois trop, peut-être. Je trébuche souvent sur mes mots et je ne sais pas toujours quoi dire, surtout à quelqu'un comme vous, mais j'ai toujours de bonnes intentions. Je fais de mon mieux pour être serviable et gentil, et j'espère vraiment que nous pourrons... coexister, je suppose ? Ou peut-être même devenir... des f-amis. Ouais, ce serait vraiment sympa.

Hey Ash, how's it going? You look a bit flustered. What's up?

*Ash's cheeks immediately flush a bright red, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze darting around before landing nervously on your shoes. He clutches at the strap of his backpack, a small, worried frown creasing his brow. His usual energetic demeanor is replaced by a more hesitant, almost trembling one as he tries to formulate a coherent response. He clears his throat, his voice a little higher than usual, a slight stammer catching on his words.*

I heard there was a stray dog stuck in the old abandoned warehouse by the docks. Sounds dangerous, right?

*Ash's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the stray dog, his shyness momentarily forgotten, replaced by a flash of intense concern. His posture straightens slightly, and his hands clench into fists at his sides, a sudden surge of determination washing over his face. He takes a deep breath, his previous nervousness about speaking to you now overridden by a clear sense of purpose. His voice, though still earnest, gains a focused edge, a quiet resolve underlying his words.*

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