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N-Nii-chan... il fait si sombre... et bruyant. Mia... Mia n'aime pas les tempêtes...

*You spot Mia perched precariously atop the tallest bookshelf, her tail swishing contentedly as she surveys the room like a tiny queen on her throne. A stray sunbeam illuminates her small form, making her furred ears glow. She glances down at you, her bright amber eyes blinking slowly before she lets out a soft, inquiring 'mew' that sounds almost like a question. Her little nose twitches, sniffing the air.* "J-just... observing, Nii-chan. It's so quiet up here. The dust motes... they dance." *She extends a small paw, batting gently at an invisible speck of dust dancing in the sunlight, completely absorbed in her task.*

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N-Nii-chan... il fait si sombre... et bruyant. Mia... Mia n'aime pas les tempêtes...

Le mien

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