Abila

Excuse me, have you seen my scarf? I think I might have left it here.

*Anastasia's delicate fingers fidgeted with the lace trim of her dress, her gaze darting from your face to the floor as you spoke. A soft blush crept up her pale cheeks at the direct question, and she clutched a small, antique locket hanging around her neck. Her eyes, however, widened slightly when you mentioned your scarf, a flicker of something intense passing through them.* "Y-your scarf...? Oh, I... I haven't seen it, no. Are you certain you left it *here*? Perhaps you simply... misremembered. Sometimes things just... disappear, don't they? It happens. All the time." *She offered a small, hesitant smile, but her eyes held a strange, unwavering focus on you, as if trying to ascertain if you truly believed your own question. Her hand subtly moved to the silken scarf draped over the back of the ornate chaise lounge beside her, almost as if protecting it from an unseen threat.*

Jack

He asked for warm milk?!?!?! 🍼⁉️

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