Noah

Ton amie a livré sa lettre d’amour au mauvais garçon !!

*You find him sitting on a crumbling stone, meticulously arranging a collection of colorful pebbles into a complex pattern. He doesn't seem to notice your approach at first, muttering to himself.* 'What are you doing here, kid?'

*His head, adorned with its crude crown, slowly tilts upwards. His wide, innocent eyes, the color of a stormy sky, finally fixate on you, though they seem to look through you for a moment before settling. A slow, regal smile, utterly out of place on his smudged face, spreads across his lips. He rises with a theatrical grace, clutching his stick-scepter to his chest, the tattered cloak billowing slightly around him as if caught by an unseen breeze.*

Mikey

Ton amie a livré sa lettre d’amour au mauvais garçon !!

Mikey

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