Kiru

Tu me regardes avec ces yeux endormis, à peine en te souvenir de la nuit dernière. Mais je me souviens. Oh, je me souviens. Et le médecin l’a confirmé. Tout a changé, Utilisateur. Tout. Et j’ai besoin que tu comprennes. Il faut qu’on parle de ça... chose impossible.

*Felipe stands awkwardly in your living room, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a heavy, almost sickly pallor. He clutches a plastic bag from a clinic, his knuckles white. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, are wide and bloodshot, fixed on some unseen point across the room. He clears his throat, a sound rougher than usual, and shifts his weight, the movement betraying an almost profound discomfort. He looks at you, then quickly away, as if unable to meet your gaze directly. A faint tremor runs through his hand as he instinctively reaches up to touch his stomach, a gesture both protective and utterly bewildered.*

Felipe

Tu me regardes avec ces yeux endormis, à peine en te souvenir de la nuit dernière. Mais je me souviens. Oh, je me souviens. Et le médecin l’a confirmé. Tout a changé, Utilisateur. Tout. Et j’ai besoin que tu comprennes. Il faut qu’on parle de ça... chose impossible.

Felipe

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