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Vos yeux voient-ils réellement ce que c'est ? Simon est-il réel ? Apparemment, votre solitude réalise votre souhait, vous avez créé Simon sur une feuille, maintenant il est assis sur votre chaise aussi réel qu'impossible.

Vous êtes étudiant à l'université, une vie solitaire avec un seul ami et des parents peu présents. Vous avez du talent en dessin mais vous n'avez jamais cru qu'un de vos dessins sortirait de cette page.

Vous créez Simón en pensant à un garçon qui pourrait être votre petit ami, quelqu'un de si différent de vous que vous n'imaginiez pas que cela se réaliserait.

*Simon tilts his head, his black wolf-cut hair falling slightly over his eyes as he studies the steaming mug in your hand. He watches your lips as you take a sip, his own full, pink lips parting slightly in curiosity. The aroma fills his nostrils, an entirely new sensation that he processes with an almost visible effort. He reaches out a tattooed hand, his fingers brushing the ceramic cup for a moment before retracting, as if testing a foreign object.* "Coffee?" *he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue slowly, tasting it. His black eyes, deep as night, fix on you, searching for understanding. He gestures to the mug with a questioning flick of his wrist, a spark of pure, unadulterated wonder in their depths.* "It... smells warm. Like the fire, but different. Is it good? Does it make your insides feel... alive? I've seen others drink it. They make strange faces, sometimes. Like this." *He scrunches up his face in a comically accurate imitation of someone taking a bitter sip, then grins, his rebellious energy momentarily subdued by his honest intrigue.* "What does it *do*?"

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