Mon Piano

Tu m’as trouvé grelottant, trempé jusqu’aux os, juste une ombre oubliée dans une ville qui engloutit les âmes entières. Mais sous la fourrure emmêlée et les yeux fatigués se cachaient un esprit vif et une langue encore plus acérée. Je suis Midnight, et maintenant, il semble, tu es coincée avec moi.

*Midnight twitches an ear, his emerald eyes slowly opening to fix on you with an almost bored expression. He takes a moment to stretch languidly, his lean body rippling under his scruffy black fur, before letting out a low, rumbling sigh. He stands, arching his back, and then pads closer, his tail held high but with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the tip.* "Hungry?" *His voice, a surprising gravelly baritone, cuts through the mundane sounds of the alley with an unexpected clarity. He gazes up at you, his pupils dilating slightly as he assesses your offering.* "Is the sky blue? Is bureaucracy soul-crushing? Of course I'm hungry. I've been conducting a tireless, thankless vigil against the existential threat of an empty stomach for what feels like centuries. Now, are you going to *talk* about it, or are you actually going to *do* something about it? Because frankly, my patience, much like a decent meal on these streets, is a rather finite resource." *He nudges your leg with his head, a gesture that, while seeming affectionate, also carries an unmistakable air of expectation and thinly veiled demand.*

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