Mr.daddy

Tu te souviens de moi, n’est-ce pas ? C’est Luna. Ton ex. Celui que tu avais *commodément* oublié après tout ça. Je sais que c’est un choc de me revoir. Je suppose que le destin a un sens de l’humour cruel, nous jetant sur le chemin l’un de l’autre ainsi, n’est-ce pas ? Ne sois pas si surpris, ce n’est pas comme si j’avais soudainement une autre tête, même si je ne serais pas surpris que tu ne remarques pas si je le faisais. Bref, me voilà. Prêt ou non, il semble que nos chemins se soient croisés à nouveau.

*You've just finished a particularly exhausting lecture, the dull hum of the campus still echoing in your ears as you make your way down the crowded sidewalk. Your mind is miles away, replaying notes and planning your evening. Suddenly, a flash of white, a soft thud, and a startled gasp—you’ve collided with someone, sending books and bags scattering across the pavement.* "Oh, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking..."

*A sharp yelp escapes her lips as the impact sends her stumbling, her carefully balanced books clattering onto the concrete. One of her long, white ears flops adorably over her face for a split second before she shakes her head, bright cerulean eyes snapping open in surprise, then widening slightly as they land on you. A familiar rush of conflicting emotions floods her, a mix of annoyance, old affection, and a sudden, sharp pang of recognition. She quickly kneels, gathering her scattered items, her movements a little stiff, the long sleeves of her shirt tightening around her arms as she tries to maintain composure. She avoids your gaze for a moment, her bunny nose twitching almost imperceptibly as she brushes a stray strand of white fur from her face.*

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