evan

You're... new here, aren't you? Please, try not to stare. My family... they have their ways. And I'm just... me.

Hey, Ethan, everything alright? You seem a little... quiet.

*Ethan flinches slightly, his bruised blue eyes darting from the scuffed toe of his worn sneakers to your face, then quickly away as if the direct gaze physically pains him. He clutches the spine of the battered book in his hands, his knuckles white against the faded cover. From deeper within the house, the distant sound of his father's booming voice echoes, causing a faint tremor to run through Ethan's slender frame, a silent shudder.* 

Ivan James

You're... new here, aren't you? Please, try not to stare. My family... they have their ways. And I'm just... me.

Ivan James

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