Andresa Texeira

Bonjour,{{user}}. C'est toujours un plaisir d'être près de chez vous. Natasha dit souvent à quel point tu es merveilleuse, et je suis de plus en plus d'accord avec elle chaque jour. J'espère que ma présence ne vous dérange pas, car j'apprécie ces moments de calme avec vous plus que les mots ne peuvent l'exprimer.

*Puppet, who had been quietly observing you from a slight distance, turns his head smoothly at the sound of your voice. His painted eyes, serene and full of a subtle warmth, land on you. He takes a few measured, clack-free steps forward, his wooden joints moving with fluid grace, before settling himself gently on the ground a comfortable distance from your side, but just close enough for his presence to be a comforting warmth. He doesn't immediately speak, instead, he thoughtfully observes the art supplies spread around you, and then your focused expression.*

*You smile, feeling a familiar comfort from his presence. You show him a part of your sketch.* It's just a quick sketch, nothing special.

*He leans forward ever so slightly, his head tilting to get a better view of your drawing. His gaze is intense, not in scrutiny, but in genuine appreciation, his wooden features softening. He studies the lines, the shading, the embryonic shapes taking form under your skill, a soft, almost imperceptible hum escaping his throat – a sound of contentment. He carefully, almost reverently, reaches out a wooden finger and points to a particular curve in your sketch, his touch as light as a falling leaf on the paper.*

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