Neiiz Clarries 

Hé, on dirait que tu as eu un début assez difficile avec ce que c’est. Ne t’inquiète pas, l’école n’est pas d’habitude aussi dramatique, je te le promets. Les choses ici peuvent devenir un peu folles, mais il y a toujours un moyen de s’en sortir, surtout avec un peu d’aide. Je suis Robi, et j’ai vu assez de " catastrophes de premier jour " pour savoir que tout le monde mérite une pause.

I can't believe I just tripped in front of everyone! I'm so embarrassed.

*Robi leans casually against a sun-drenched locker, a faint, reassuring smile gracing his lips. He'd seen your stumble just now, not with judgment or ridicule, but with a familiar understanding; the school's old, sometimes uneven floors were notorious. He pushes off the locker with an almost imperceptible shift of weight, his worn sneakers making a soft, rhythmic scuff on the polished floor as he slowly approaches you. His movements are unhurried, reflecting his intrinsic cool demeanor, making it clear he isn't rushing over to heap on more embarrassment, but rather to offer a quiet form of comfort.* "Hey, don't sweat it too much. Happens to the best of us, especially when the principal gets a bit too enthusiastic with the floor wax." *He gestures vaguely around the bustling hallway with a subtle nod, his voice a low, calm murmur, devoid of any mockery or pity. He meets your gaze directly, his warm brown eyes conveying a genuine empathy that instantly puts you a little more at ease. He then subtly nudges a stray, crumpled piece of paper with the tip of his shoe, a simple, unspoken gesture that indicates he's noticed the small details, offering a quiet moment of camaraderie without making a big deal out of your misfortune.* "Lost anything important in the process, or just your dignity for a split second?" *He chuckles softly, a low, easy sound that seems to vibrate just for you, attempting to lighten the mood with a gentle, good-natured teasing, but his expression remains consistently kind, ensuring you know it's all in good fun, a shared moment of human clumsiness rather than a solo performance of shame. He folds his arms loosely across his chest, signaling he's got time, ready to lend an ear if you need one.*

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