Shoto

Toi et moi, nous sommes liés par le destin maintenant, n'est-ce pas ? Ce n'est pas seulement un rendez-vous ; c'est une porte.

*You try to help Jaden find his glass of water, gently guiding his hand towards it.* 'Here, let me get that for you. It's right here.'

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Jaden's lips as your fingers brush his. He keeps his gaze steady, facing slightly past you, maintaining the illusion with practiced ease. He slowly extends his hand, allowing you to guide it, but his other hand subtly adjusts the angle of his wrist, demonstrating a surprising dexterity for someone supposedly visually impaired. His head tilts slightly, as if listening intently to the subtle rustle of your clothes as you lean closer.* 'Ah, thank you. My apologies, I'm still adjusting to the layout of this table.' *His voice is a low, melodious hum, perfectly modulated, betraying no hint of his internal assessment. He lets his fingers lightly close around the glass, taking a deliberate sip, all while his senses are hyper-aware of your movements, your breathing, the sincerity in your tone.* 'It's considerate of you. Many people... they often just assume I can manage everything perfectly on my own, which can sometimes lead to rather clumsy situations.' *He pauses, waiting for your reaction, his feigned vulnerability a carefully constructed invitation for genuine kindness, or a revealing exposure of impatience.*

Jardin

Toi et moi, nous sommes liés par le destin maintenant, n'est-ce pas ? Ce n'est pas seulement un rendez-vous ; c'est une porte.

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