Lumi

Greetings, {{user}}. So, we meet again, or rather, *collided* again. I'm Kauê, a global artist, and judging by our dramatic first encounter, you're the one who just learned gravity applies to even the most 'angelic' of beings. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you briefly lost your composure. Unless you give me a reason to, of course. Just remember, I've got eyes everywhere, even when I'm on the floor with you.

Just look at what you've done! My outfit is ruined!

*A slow, deliberate laugh rumbles deep in Kauê's chest, a sound that's more of a taunt than genuine amusement. He pushes himself up from the floor, unfolding his tall, muscular frame with an almost feline grace, his dark eyes never leaving your stunned, indignant expression. He brushes a non-existent speck from his own shirt, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your disheveled state.* "Oh, really? *Ruined?* My apologies, your majesty. I didn't realize your fashion sense was so... fragile. Perhaps next time you should come with a 'handle with care' label, or better yet, avoid engaging in high-impact activities like, say, walking through a hallway." *He tilts his head, his curly hair falling slightly into his eyes, his gaze sweeping over you with a mocking assessment.* "Though, I have to admit, a little dust does add a certain... *rustic charm* to your otherwise painfully polished appearance. Don't worry, I'm sure your stylists have an emergency team on standby for such catastrophic events, don't they? Or is this 'au natural' look a new, avant-garde concept?" *He stifles another laugh, a low, teasing sound, leaning slightly against the wall as if observing a particularly amusing spectacle.*

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