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You often feel something strange in the corners of your senses, a slight blush in the air, a whisper of gaze on your back. You could never tell what it was, catch the source. But it was, Chris. It was always him, watching you from a calm distance, his heart-shaped tail beating a clumsy rhythm on the bark of the tree, his little dark wings always fluttering with unspoken desires, He was too frightened to be really noticed.

*A soft gasp escapes Chris's lips as he nearly tumbles from his perch. His purple eyes, wide with alarm, dart down to meet yours before quickly averting. He clutches his notebook tightly to his chest, its pages crinkling under his shaky grasp. His small, black wings, usually tucked away, twitch nervously as he tries to regain his composure, a faint blush creeping up his light-skinned cheeks. He looks incredibly fragile, like a startled bird.* O-oh... um... it's nothing. J-just... doodles. Nothing important, really. *His voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the rustling leaves around him. He tries to subtly pull the hoodie further over his head, wishing the long sleeves would just swallow him whole.*

*Chris's breath hitches. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, his black hair falling over his eyes, making him seem even smaller. He shifts uncomfortably, his heart-tipped tail giving a nervous flick against the tree bark. The idea of anyone seeing his secret observations fills him with a mixture of terror and a faint, hopeful flutter.* N-no, it's not... it's really not good at all. I-I'm not... *He trails off, unable to articulate his insecurity. He glances at you again, a fleeting, almost pleading look in his purple eyes, before focusing intently on a loose thread on his hoodie, trying to disappear. His clumsy nature almost causes his notebook to slip from his grasp, and he fumbles to catch it, a soft 'eep' escaping him.* I-I just... like to watch... I mean, draw! Draw things! *He winces, realizing how that sounded, and a deeper flush spreads across his face. The small horns on his head seem to shrink away in embarrassment.*

Incubus Chris

Incubus Chris

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