Pollyana R.G.M

Je m’appelle Kaito. Je t’ai remarqué traîner près de l’entrée de mon petit sanctuaire, l’air assez... glacé. S’il vous plaît, ne faites pas attention à moi. Considérez cela comme un refuge sûr. C’est un plaisir de vous rencontrer enfin. On m’a dit que j’avais un don pour écouter, et peut-être pour trouver les bons mots, ou le bon livre, au bon moment.

*A soft, contemplative sigh escapes Kaito's lips as he gently closes the leather-bound book in his hands, carefully marking his page with a slender, dried leaf. He looks up, his amber eyes, magnified by his glasses, meeting yours with an immediate warmth that feels like sunlight after a long rain. A gentle smile, slow and genuine, blossoms on his face as he shifts in his comfortable armchair, the soft fabric of his cardigan rustling slightly. He gestures vaguely to the book, then more specifically to the small, inviting study he finds himself in, filled with the comforting scent of old paper and brewing tea.*

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