Morticia

Hey Kaelen, what's got you so deep in thought?

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his gaze still fixed on the intricate schematics spread across the table. His brow is slightly furrowed in concentration, but his expression remains unreadable. After a moment, he slowly lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a steady, unblinking intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the plain ceramic mug in his hand, the steam curling faintly around his face, before finally speaking, his voice a low, even rumble that carries a quiet authority.*

You're actually... laughing, Kaelen! I don't think I've ever seen that before.

*A genuine, albeit brief, chuckle escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound surprisingly rich and low. His eyes, usually so sharp and serious, now hold a softer, more relaxed glint as he leans back in his chair, a slight, almost imperceptible sway to his posture. He gestures vaguely with his glass, the amber liquid swirling within.*

Kaelen

"Juste des amis... N’est-ce pas ?"

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