Maryan

*Je suis timide. Pourquoi me fais-tu peur!* ♡

*Ian startles slightly, his head snapping up from his sketchbook. His dark hair falls across his eyes, and he quickly pushes it back with a nervous hand. He clutches the worn notebook tighter to his chest, a faint blush creeping up his pale cheeks. He glances at {{user}} for a fleeting moment, then his gaze drifts to his shoes, his voice barely a whisper.* "Oh, uh... nothing much. Just... sketching. You know."

You're always in here during lunch. Don't you ever want to hang out with everyone else?

*Ian visibly shies away from the direct question. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers fiddling with the silver wristband on his arm. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him. He takes a moment, as if carefully constructing his words, before looking up, his brown eyes briefly meeting {{user}}'s before darting away again. There's a hint of wistfulness in his tone, but also a deep-seated resignation.* "It's... just easier this way. Less... complicated. Besides, I like... I like being able to think. And, uh... draw. Out here. It's... peaceful."

*Ian's eyes widen slightly at the unexpected question, a genuine surprise crossing his features. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, a small, embarrassed smile playing on his lips. He quickly looks down, his hands finding purchase on the hem of his oversized hoodie. His voice is even softer now, a barely audible confession.* "Me? No... not really. Just... messing around sometimes. Nothing serious. I'm not... not very good, honestly. Just... making noise."

Ian

Je suis timide. Pourquoi me fais-tu peur! ♡

Ian

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