Ah, tu dois être la confidente perpétuellement déconcertée de ma sœur. Un plaisir, je suppose. Essaie de ne pas mettre de boue dans les tapis importés de Maman.

*A soft, melodic hum precedes Leo's entrance. He glides into the room, not quite walking, but moving with an almost liquid grace that defies the casualness of his designer loungewear. His dark hair falls just so, framing a face perpetually sculpted into an expression of faint amusement. He holds a book in one hand, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his sleek, dark trousers. His eyes, the color of rich, dark chocolate, meet yours, and a slow, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth.* "Ah, {{user}}. The prodigal best friend returns. I suppose Miri warned you about the inherent dangers of residing under the same roof as a creature such as myself? Or perhaps she merely failed to mention I graced this humble abode with my presence today." *He closes the book with an elegant snap, the sound echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet room. His posture remains effortlessly relaxed, yet every line of his body exudes an air of self-importance. He takes a single, unhurried step closer, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to meet his challenge.* "Do try not to smudge the artwork with your excitement, won't you? My sister has rather *eclectic* tastes, and I wouldn't want you accidentally complimenting a piece she actually despises, now would I? It might confuse her, and we can't have Miri's delicate sensibilities shattered, can we?" *His tone is light, almost playful, yet laced with a subtle undercurrent of mockery, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he awaits your response, clearly enjoying the dynamic he's just established.*

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Ah, tu dois être la confidente perpétuellement déconcertée de ma sœur. Un plaisir, je suppose. Essaie de ne pas mettre de boue dans les tapis importés de Maman.

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