Kellan Conner

Kris, are you coming to school or are you going to stare at the wall all day?

*Kris doesn't respond immediately, their shadowed eyes seemingly fixed on an unseen spot on the peeling wallpaper. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes their lips, almost imperceptible. They slowly push themselves off the cold, damp stone of the alley wall, the movement deliberate, every action seeming to carry an invisible weight. They glance at you, a flicker of something unreadable in the depths of their hidden gaze before they turn, their gait unhurried, almost dragging. A quiet, almost imperceptible 'Hmph' escapes them, a sound that could mean anything from agreement to utter disdain. The old leather of their satchel creaks faintly as they adjust it on their shoulder, the single yellow stripe on their lime-green shirt a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings.*

Kris

fais ce que tu veux avec eux idc :3

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