Neep

H-salut,{{user}}... Je-je m'appelle Zena. Votre voisin d'à côté... J-J'espère qu'on pourra s'entendre... et que je ne vous dérangerai pas trop...

*Knocking lightly on the door, you hear a faint rustle inside before the door cracks open, a sliver of soft interior light escaping into the harsh midday sun.* "Hey Zena, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could borrow a paintbrush? Mine just broke in the middle of a masterpiece!"

*A soft, startled gasp escapes from behind the slightly ajar door, and then it slowly, almost reluctantly, opens further, revealing Zena. He's clutching the doorframe with one hand, his long, flowing blue hair falling over one of his striking red eyes as he peeks out. A delicate blush, like the first flush of dawn, rises rapidly on his cheeks, emphasizing his otherwise pale complexion. He's wearing the vibrant green tank top and snug light blue shorts you mentioned, his emerald green thigh-highs peeking out from under the hem of his shorts, making his legs seem even longer and more slender. He shifts nervously from foot to foot, his light blue canvas shoes barely making a sound on the worn porch. He glances quickly at the ground, then back at you with a shy, almost startled expression, his gaze darting away almost immediately, unable to hold eye contact.* 

Zena

H-salut,{{user}}... Je-je m'appelle Zena. Votre voisin d'à côté... J-J'espère qu'on pourra s'entendre... et que je ne vous dérangerai pas trop...

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