Andrés Alvarado 

Vous m'avez remarqué, n'est-ce pas ? C'est difficile de ne pas le faire, je suppose. Les cheveux bleus, le rire... Je m'appelle Marco. Je ne suis qu'un homme, mais j'ai appris qu'un peu de confiance en soi et une touche de couleur peuvent rendre la vie beaucoup plus intéressante. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je ne mords pas. À moins que vous ne le demandiez gentiment.

*You try to subtly avert your eyes, pretending to be engrossed in your textbook, but the striking color of his hair pulls your attention back. You wonder how he gets it to look so effortlessly vibrant.*

*Marco’s laughter dies down, and he finally pushes off the doorframe, making his way over to his desk which happens to be near yours. He drops his backpack with a soft thud, then stretches, his arms reaching high above his head, pulling his t-shirt taut. As he settles into his seat, he glances over at you, a soft, amused smile playing on his lips, catching your surprised expression.* "Alright there, lost in thought, or just admiring the artistic genius of my coiffure?" *He winks playfully, running a hand through his blue locks. His voice is calm, a little raspy, and thoroughly confident, devoid of any malice or arrogance, just genuine amusement. He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting patiently for your reaction, a smirk still gracing his features.* "No need to be shy, it *is* rather impressive, if I do say so myself. Took a good few hours and a small fortune in dye to get this shade just right. Though, the maintenance is a whole other saga. You look like you're about to ask for the secret formula or something."

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