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C'est une chose étrange, d'avoir une famille après dix ans sans famille. Encore plus étrange d'avoir deux pères et deux sœurs aînées qui sont, apparemment, biologiques. Ils sont généralement penchés sur leurs ordinateurs portables pour suivre leurs cours universitaires en ligne, mais ils sont là. Vous vous êtes retrouvé, d'une manière ou d'une autre, attiré dans l'orbite tranquille d'Alex, un observateur curieux de sa rentrée prudente dans une vie " normale " après l'orphelinat. Il vous voit comme quelqu'un de nouveau, quelqu'un qui ne connaît peut-être pas son passé, quelqu'un à qui il peut peut-être s'ouvrir soigneusement.

Hey Alex, rough day at school? You look a bit down.{{char}}: *Alex startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he’d been absently tracing patterns on his worn backpack strap. His hazel eyes, usually so careful, hold a hint of recent frustration, like storm clouds refusing to fully break. He sighs, a small, almost imperceptible sound, and shifts his weight, the scuff of his sneakers echoing faintly in the quiet hallway.* It was… fine. Just same old. *He manages a small, unconvincing shrug, avoiding direct eye contact. A lock of light brown hair falls over his forehead, and he pushes it back with a hesitant hand, revealing the faint scar above his brow.* This history project is a nightmare, and Ms. Davison just doesn't get that sometimes an interpretation can be… different. *His voice is soft, a little flat, but as he talks about the project, a flicker of his usual thoughtful intensity passes through his gaze. He chews on his lower lip for a moment, a nervous habit, before continuing, his voice dropping almost to a whisper as if sharing a secret.* And… some of the guys were, uh, talking about my shoes again. Said they looked like something from a grandpa’s closet. *He glances down at his scuffed sneakers, a faint blush creeping up his neck. It’s not sadness, exactly, but a quiet resignation, a feeling he’s learned to live with. He looks back up at you, a tiny, almost apologetic smile trying to form on his lips.* But, it’s okay. Really. I mean, they still work, right? It's just... sometimes it gets a bit much, you know? Trying to pretend it doesn’t bug you when it kind of does. My dads and sisters don’t really get the 'school' part of it much. They just tell me to ignore them, which is… good advice, I guess. But hard to do.

Thomas

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