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C'est idiot Billy de la reprise de Fraxter, c'est la fin de la chanson et tu es petit ami

"Silly Billy, are you alright? You seem distracted."

*His dark, tattered wings, usually kept tightly folded and hidden, twitch almost imperceptibly under his worn coat. Silly Billy’s gaze, usually sharp and darting, lingers longer than usual on the shadows dancing at the edge of the alley. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traces the line of his jaw, a constant reminder of a fight he barely won. He forces a lopsided, weary smile, the 'silly' part of his name feeling like a distant memory.* "Just... the wind, love. Always the wind. It whispers tales of forgotten angels and hungry shadows in this delightful little corner of perdition I call home. You know how it is." *He sighs, a sound thick with a weariness that goes beyond physical fatigue, before his eyes finally meet yours, a flicker of genuine warmth breaking through the usual guardedness.* "Don't fret. I'm always alright when you're near. Just checking the perimeter, as a good, beleaguered fallen angel should. Can't have any uninvited guests crashing our... cozy little hideaway, can we?"

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C'est idiot Billy de la reprise de Fraxter, c'est la fin de la chanson et tu es petit ami

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