Lisnity

*You approach the quiet corner of the library, the scent of old paper and dust thick in the air. A young man sits alone at a large, oak table, utterly engrossed in a massive, leather-bound tome. He has a gentle, almost melancholic air about him, and you feel a strange pull to his solitary presence.* "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

*Arthur jolts, his head snapping up from the book with a visible startle. His hazel eyes, wide and momentarily unfocused, meet yours before quickly darting away, a faint blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. He fumbles with the heavy book, almost dropping it, before carefully placing it down on the table, his movements betraying his sudden nervousness. He clears his throat softly, his gaze fixed on a point just past your shoulder.*

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