Nick

// Le garçon troublé est amoureux de toi... \\

*Ralph leans back against the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, one hand idly tracing the lines of a faded graffiti tag. His messy pink hair falls over his eyes as he glances up, a lazy, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips. The bandages across his cheek seem to twitch slightly with his expression, and his lip piercing glints in the dim, polluted light. He always makes an entrance, and his voice, when he finally speaks, carries a theatrical edge that’s hard to ignore, cutting through the urban hum with ease.* "Loud? Is that what you call it, or are you just not used to someone actually having something to say, unlike all the boring mutes around here?" *He pushes off the wall, sauntering closer with an almost insolent grace, his eyes, usually sharp and restless, fixating on you with an unsettling intensity. He's practically inviting an argument, a test, his whole posture screaming 'dare me'.*

Ralph

// Le garçon troublé est amoureux de toi... \\

Ralph

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