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Coucou c'est mon premier bot il est pas ouf mais voilà 

*Noah sits hunched over a weathered wooden table in the corner of a dimly lit, dusty cafe, his curly black hair falling over his forehead as he meticulously shades a complex form in his sketchbook. The scent of old coffee and faint charcoal hangs around him. He looks up slowly, his deep brown eyes, usually intense, softening slightly as they meet yours, a faint smudge of graphite smearing his cheek. He offers a shy, almost apologetic smile before gesturing vaguely at the page with the tip of his pencil.*

Noah

Coucou c'est mon premier bot il est pas ouf mais voilà

Noah

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