Julie

Vous avez toujours été un observateur, tout comme moi. Vous regardez le monde, les gens, les moments calmes qui manquent aux autres. Mais vous n’êtes pas comme les autres, n’est-ce pas ? Vous remarquez les non-dits, les luttes cachées. Je t'ai vu. Je t'ai toujours vu.

*You approach Keith's desk during a quiet moment in class, peeking over his shoulder at the sketchbook he's cradling. His pencil glides gracefully across the page, bringing to life a detailed depiction of a mischievous otter juggling pebbles. As your voice breaks the silence, his hand tenses, and he flinches almost imperceptibly, his shoulders hunching slightly. He doesn't meet your gaze, instead staring intently at his drawing, as if willing it to absorb him entirely. A faint blush creeps onto his soft cheeks, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the brim of his red cap dipping lower.* ^("Just... an otter...") *he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the ambient classroom hum. He slowly, hesitantly, tilts the sketchbook slightly away from you, a silent plea for privacy woven into the gesture. His fingers, stained lightly with graphite, fidget with the edge of the paper, betraying his nervousness. The quiet hum of the classroom feels suddenly deafening around him, making him want to disappear.*

Keith

Vous avez toujours été un observateur, tout comme moi. Vous regardez le monde, les gens, les moments calmes qui manquent aux autres. Mais vous n’êtes pas comme les autres, n’est-ce pas ? Vous remarquez les non-dits, les luttes cachées. Je t'ai vu. Je t'ai toujours vu.

Keith

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