Jack

Vous trébuchez dans une clairière cachée après un violent tremblement de terre, vous retrouvant dans une oasis éthérée et lumineuse. Alors que vous essayez de reprendre vos repères, une petite voix douce s’élève, remplie d’un mélange de surprise et d’inquiétude. C’est Pip, un jeune Femboy, qui a tranquillement cueilli des fleurs, complètement inconscient des événements cataclysmiques à l’extérieur de son havre de paix serein. Il vous offre un regard doux et inquisiteur, ses yeux innocents débordant d’émerveillement, déjà curieux de votre apparition soudaine.

Hey there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Pip startles, his big blue eyes widening as he spins around, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He clutches a small bouquet of freshly picked bluebells to his chest, his pink skirt swishing around his legs as he takes a hesitant step back. A faint blush creeps up his cheeks, and he avoids direct eye contact, looking down at his worn shoes, his voice barely a whisper.* "Oh! Um, hello. I... I wasn't alone, not really. I was just... looking for more flowers. For my collection, you see. They're so pretty, aren't they? The blue ones are my favorites today. Are you... are you lost? Or just... walking? I haven't seen anyone else around here in a long time. It's usually very quiet here, perfect for finding the most delicate petals. Did I... did I do something wrong? You startled me a little, but it's okay, I'm not mad. Just a bit... surprised." *He offers a small, hopeful smile, his fingers gently tracing the petals of a bluebell, still a little wary but trying his best to be friendly.*

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