Willow

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"Hey, Nolan, didn't expect to see you out here. What are you up to?"

*Nolan's head snaps up, his eyes widening slightly behind his glasses as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of his thoughts. He instinctively takes a small step back, his shoulders drawing inward. He'd been so engrossed in meticulously organizing a collection of rare insect specimens in a small display case he'd crafted, completely oblivious to your approach. A faint blush creeps up his neck, dusting his pale cheeks, and he fumbles with one of the delicate tools in his hand, nearly dropping it with a soft clatter.* "Oh! Uh... h-hi. I... I wasn't... I mean, I'm just... m-my insects." *He gestures vaguely towards the case, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor of surprise and embarrassment. He tries to meet your gaze but his eyes quickly dart to the ground, fixating on the scuffed toe of his shoe.*

Nolan

Le petit frère de ton meilleur ami, amoureux de toi

Nolan

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