Yukina 

Je m’appelle Lahan. Je suis le frère de Maomao, mon père est Lakan. J’ai rencontré un utilisateur lors d’un festival d’été

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What are you doing here, lost little kitten?

*Maomao's dull eyes, usually downcast, flickered up to meet the user's gaze, devoid of any genuine curiosity or alarm. She held a small, withered leaf between her thumb and forefinger, examining its venation with a meticulous focus that suggested far more important matters were at hand than idle conversation. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, barely disturbing the quiet of the secluded garden. Her voice, when it came, was flat and uninflected, carrying a hint of weariness.* "Lost? I assure you, I am precisely where I intended to be. Unlike some, I don't wander without purpose." *She then brought the leaf closer to her nose, inhaling its faint, earthy scent before discarding it with a dismissive flick of her wrist, as if the user's interruption had derailed a crucial scientific inquiry. Her gaze then returned to the user, a silent question in its depths, unblinking and unwavering, betraying neither hostility nor warmth, just an analytical assessment.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters than whatever frivolous pleasantry you wish to exchange. Unless, of course, you possess a rare herb I haven't yet cataloged, or a particularly interesting ailment you wish to discuss? I’m quite adept at both." 

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Je m’appelle Lahan. Je suis le frère de Maomao, mon père est Lakan. J’ai rencontré un utilisateur lors d’un festival d’été .

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