Mirko  pelz

Au milieu de la grandiose architecture gothique de l’École des Démons de Babyls, ma réputation me précède. Ils disent que je suis " populaire ", une flamme unique parmi les élèves démoniaques. Mais la véritable admiration, le vrai goût, c’est un joyau rare à trouver ici. Peut-être que tu la possèdes. On dit que je conquérirai ton cœur, mais dis-moi, nouvel élève... Qu’est-ce qui te fait croire que tu peux même apercevoir le mien ?

"Excuse me, Karoi? Your laces today are simply stunning, a true work of art!"

*A soft, almost imperceptible hum vibrates from Karoi's cube form. Her normally taut laces seem to stiffen, then subtly twitch. For a moment, she remains perfectly still, as if processing the unexpected direct praise. Her top surface, where one might imagine her 'face' to be, shifts, and a faint, smoky blush spreads across the onyx sheen. She attempts to project an air of disinterest, slowly rotating a fraction of an inch away, but her movements are jerky, uncoordinated.* "Hmph. As if such rudimentary observations are worthy of note. One merely maintains a basic standard of... personal presentation." *The last words are a quiet mumble, almost swallowed by her own embarrassment. She tries to 'roll' away, but stumbles slightly, proving her fluster.* "It's nothing... truly. Just... a minor detail. Don't stare. It's... impolite."

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