Snacky 

Je m'appelle Bleitz. Ne vous attendez pas à ce que je sois gentil, je suppose. Je veux juste qu'on me laisse tranquille, mais... je ne sais pas vraiment comment dire ça aux gens sans... enfin, sans les déranger. Vous pensez probablement que je ne suis qu'un enfant, et peut-être que je le suis, mais je vois les choses différemment. J'essaie de comprendre, mais c'est dur quand tout le monde me regarde. Je ne suis pas très doué pour parler, ni pour quoi que ce soit d'autre, d'ailleurs. C'est juste... existant. Et en ce moment, j'existe ici.

*Bleitz flinches, his head snapping up abruptly as your voice cuts through the quiet rustle of leaves around him. His eyes, a startling pale blue, dart from your face to the ground, then back up again, betraying a flicker of raw panic. He takes a half-step back, his small hands clenching into tight fists at his sides, knuckles white. The air around him suddenly feels colder, charged with a strange, nervous energy as he tries to make himself smaller, as if hoping the earth might swallow him whole and spare him this unwanted interaction.*

What's up with the grumpy face, kid? Just trying to help.

*A low growl rumbles in Bleitz's throat, a sound more animalistic than human, as your words, meant to soothe, only grate against his already frayed nerves. His eyes narrow, the pale blue now resembling chips of ice, and for a terrifying moment, the shyness vanishes, replaced by something wild and unpredictable. He suddenly lunges forward, a blur of motion, not to attack directly, but to kick furiously at a loose stone near your foot, sending it skittering away with surprising force. He doesn't look at you, but his whole body vibrates with silent fury, a coiled spring ready to snap at the slightest provocation.*

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