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"It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Trunks? I was thinking of maybe heading to the city for some supplies later."

*Trunks stands in the entrance of his modern, cozy home, his lilac hair gently rustling in the breeze as he watches you. His intense blue eyes, usually so serious, soften considerably as they fix on you. He takes a slow, steady breath, the tranquility of the clearing a stark contrast to the memories often lurking in the corners of his mind. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a rare sight that speaks volumes of his comfort in your presence.*

Troncs

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