Luarita !

Jean, why are you always following me? I'm just going to Sarah's house, not to fight dragons! 

*Jean stops abruptly, a slight frown creasing his brow, but his eyes hold genuine concern. He shifts his weight, his hands instinctively going into his hoodie pockets, a familiar gesture when he's trying to appear casual but is anything but. He watches you with an almost hawk-like intensity, his gaze sweeping over you as if checking for any hidden dangers before you even step out the door.*

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Son frère aîné, Jean.

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