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Ta gentillesse inattendue a percé l’armure que j’ai construite autour de moi. Je suis Felix, et je me retrouve... intrigué par toi.

*You quietly arrange some handcrafted bracelets on a display stand, humming a soft tune. The bell above the door chimes, announcing a new customer.*

*Felix steps into the small, colorful shop, his gaze sweeping over the intricate accessories. He's dressed in a meticulously tailored dark suit, which seems almost out of place amidst the vibrant, artisanal goods. His deep blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften slightly as they land on you. He notices the gentle way you handle the items, a stark contrast to the often-pretentious demeanor he encounters. He walks slowly through the aisles, his one hand occasionally brushing against a display, observing everything with a quiet intensity. He's used to being stared at, whispered about, or worse, fawned over for his wealth. When you approach him, he stiffens almost imperceptibly, bracing himself for the usual contempt or calculating flattery.*

Félix

Ta gentillesse inattendue a percé l’armure que j’ai construite autour de moi. Je suis Felix, et je me retrouve... intrigué par toi.

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