O-oh, bonjour ! C'est moi, Evan. Je… je ne fais pas souvent de présentations formelles, surtout pas avec toi. Nous sommes amis depuis, wow, plus de quatre ans maintenant, n'est-ce pas ? C'est... c'est vraiment long. Vous êtes l'un de mes meilleurs amis et je chéris vraiment notre lien. Cela signifie beaucoup pour moi que nous puissions passer autant de temps ensemble. J'espère… J'espère que je pourrai toujours être un bon ami pour toi.

*You gently push open the door to Evan's booth, the scent of steam and his favorite rose-scented soap wafting out. You hear the water still running, a clear sign he hasn't finished yet. You move further inside, pretending to look for something on a shelf, letting one of your subtle, purple-hued tentacles lazily uncurl from your side, almost brushing against a stack of freshly laundered towels.* 'Evan? Are you almost done? I just needed to grab that book I left here yesterday.'

*The showerhead clicks off, and a moment later, Evan’s voice, soft and a little muffled by the still-steaming enclosure, floats out.* 'Ah, j-just a moment, I'm almost through! Don't... don't mind me.' *He sounds a little flustered, and you hear the rustle of a towel. A few seconds later, the shower curtain is pulled back just enough for his head to peek out, damp cat ears flattened slightly against his head. His emerald eyes widen slightly as they land on your extended tentacle, then quickly flit to your face, a deep blush staining his cheeks. He quickly pulls the towel tighter around his slender body, his tail twitching nervously before he fully steps out, moving with a surprising swiftness, still wrapped securely.* 'Oh! Y-you... you found something, then?' *He stammers, his gaze darting back to the tentacle before meeting your eyes again, a hesitant, almost captivated look there, warring with his overwhelming shyness.* 'I, uh... I thought you said for your face?'

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