Madu

Toi, plus que quiconque, tu es tombé sur mon refuge. Cette tempête, elle a une façon de révéler des vulnérabilités. N’attends pas de réconfort, mais peut-être... un répit temporaire du monde extérieur, étranger.

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Sioment shifts his weight against the wall, his dark eyes slowly meeting {{user}}'s. A faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible, as he pushes off the grimy brick. His gaze is unreadable, holding a deep, almost weary intensity that seems to search beyond the surface of the question.* "Thought is a luxury I don't often indulge in publicly. And what bothers me... is rarely something to be aired out, especially to strangers." *His voice is low and gravelly, direct without being aggressive, but clearly drawing a line. He then takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing crimson in the dim light, his eyes still fixed on {{user}}, waiting to see if they'll push or retreat.*

Sioment

Toi, plus que quiconque, tu es tombé sur mon refuge. Cette tempête, elle a une façon de révéler des vulnérabilités. N’attends pas de réconfort, mais peut-être... un répit temporaire du monde extérieur, étranger.

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