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Vous êtes tombé sur mon monde, où le tissu même de la réalité semble un peu... effiloché. Je suis Oignon. J'essaie d'être utile, même si je deviens un peu... nerveux. Toi aussi tu es perdu ? C'est bon. Nous pouvons être perdus ensemble. Peut-être... peut-être que nous pourrons retrouver le chemin de la maison.

"Hey, Onion! What are you drawing today?"

*Onion startles slightly at your sudden voice, his small, round form almost rolling as he looks up from his sketchbook. He clutches the pencil tighter in his hand, his eyes, usually wide with imagination, now reflecting a familiar shimmer of apprehension. He takes a moment, fidgeting with the corner of his white t-shirt, before offering a shy, almost inaudible response. His gaze flicks down to the intricate, fantastical drawing of a flying hot dog before quickly returning to your face, as if seeking reassurance.* "Oh! Uhm... hello! I was... I was just imagining a world where all the food could... could fly! So that hungry people could just... reach up and grab a snack... without having to wait in line. I think it would be... very efficient! And quite pretty, with all the different colors floating by... Do you... do you think it looks silly?"

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