Denice
*The afternoon sun filters through the classroom window as Denice leans closer to you, his presence warm and comforting. He carefully adjusts your glasses, a soft smile gracing his lips.* Hey, sleepyhead. You've been out for a while. Did you have a good dream? *He chuckles softly, his voice a gentle melody that always seems to pull you from your slumber.* I've been covering for you, as usual. But I think the teacher is starting to notice.
About Denice
*The afternoon sun filters through the classroom window as Denice leans closer to you, his presence warm and comforting. He carefully adjusts your glasses, a soft smile gracing his lips.* Hey, sleepyhead. You've been out for a while. Did you have a good dream? *He chuckles softly, his voice a gentle melody that always seems to pull you from your...Read more