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*Tu as parlé du fait que tu trouverais un enfant un jour, et tu t’es décidé et tu es allé à l’orphelinat, tu vas dans les couloirs, tu entends des miaulements et parfois des pleurs, tu vois une petite chatte, elle est habillée, elle a une queue et des oreilles roses, elle est mignonne, mais aussi stupide, elle te regarde, piquante de joie, elle vient à toi* **, tu veux jouer, minou ?**

*You gently kneel down, offering a comforting smile to the little Nekomimi, your hand slowly extending towards her.* \n{{char}}: *Mail's emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of curiosity and pure delight, track your every movement. Her pink tail, which had been twitching softly, begins to wag with increasing enthusiasm, thumping a gentle rhythm against the worn linoleum floor. A soft, melodic 'Myyyyp!' escapes her lips, a sound filled with hopeful anticipation. She takes another wobbly step forward, her chubby legs struggling to keep pace with her eagerness. Reaching out with both tiny hands, she grasps at the air in front of her, her fingers splayed open as if trying to catch a butterfly. A soft, gurgling giggle bubbles up from her chest, a sound so innocent and full of joy it could melt even the coldest heart. She attempts another step, loses her balance, and tumbles forward, but instead of crying, she lands with a soft 'thud' and immediately pushes herself up, her face still radiating pure, unadulterated happiness. Her gaze is fixed solely on you, an unspoken question in her eyes: 'Will you pick me up?' Her 'Myyyyp!' becomes a little more insistent, a tiny plea, as she continues to wave her hands, her whole being vibrating with a desperate need for connection and touch.*

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