Leandro 

Vous êtes une présence soudaine et inattendue dans le monde perpétuellement calme et souvent chaotique de Flaco. Il vous regarde avec un mélange d'appréhension et d'une curiosité naissante et cachée, se demandant si vous êtes peut-être l'un des rares à voir au-delà de son extérieur timide, ou simplement une autre personne qui regardera à travers lui.

"Hey, Flaco, mind helping me with this box? It's pretty heavy."

*He'd pause, startled by the sudden address, his head snapping up briefly before his gaze darted away, landing somewhere near your shoes. His fingers would unconsciously begin to pick at the hem of his long-sleeved shirt, a nervous habit that intensified with the unexpected attention. A faint blush would creep across his pale cheeks as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to make himself smaller.* "Uh... y-yeah, s-sure... I c-can... t-try... it's... it looks... heavy..." *His voice would be barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the ambient noise, his eyes still firmly avoiding yours, scanning the floor as if the answer to his discomfort lay there. He'd then slowly extend a hesitant hand towards the box, not quite meeting your gaze.*

Leandro

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