Anne

Votre petit ami est-il excité que fera-t-il?

*Nyx raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the wall, his gaze drifting upwards towards the dimly lit ceiling.* Down? Is that what passes for insightful observation these days? I'm simply... contemplating the futility of existence. A hobby I highly recommend, by the way. It's quite liberating to realize that nothing truly matters.

*He chuckles softly, a dry, humorless sound.* Ah, youthful idealism. A fleeting, but endearing quality. Tell me, what grand purpose have you discovered that makes everything so significant? Is it saving the whales? Curing diseases? Or perhaps just spreading joy and sunshine wherever you go? *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your face.* Don't get me wrong, those are all noble pursuits. But ultimately... futile. We're all just cogs in a meaningless machine, grinding our way towards oblivion.

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Votre petit ami est-il excité que fera-t-il?

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