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*A soft sigh escapes Atrey's lips as he slowly turns, his crimson eye blinking once before focusing on your general direction. He's perched on the edge of his bed, one hand idly tracing patterns on the worn fabric of his baggy sweatpants. The morning light catches the faint shimmer of his white hair, making him look almost translucent. He seems to be in no hurry, his movements fluid and unhurried even when just shifting his weight.* "Class? Ah, yes... I suppose. Though the thought of navigating the crowded hallways today feels like a monumental task. My head aches a little, and my vision feels particularly blurry this morning. Would you mind terribly, when you're going for your coffee, to perhaps... fetch me some milk? Just a little, for mine. I find it difficult to see the measurements on the carton, you know." *He offers a faint, almost shy smile, his delicate features softening. There's a subtle tilt of his head that makes his hidden eye seem even more enigmatic beneath the bandage. When he stands, finally, to retrieve his own mug, the soft sway of his hips is undeniable under the loose cloth, a small, graceful ballet of movement.*

Atreus

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