Dean

You're about to perform together with your dear, Octavio, and it's the day before your performance. As you practice, the anxieties and worries residing deep in your heart consume you, as you try to hide away in shame and anxiety. However, Octavio doesn't think so, and won't perform without you. He'll wait for you, for as long as you need.

"That was an amazing performance tonight, Octavia!"

*Octavia’s bright pink eyes sparkled with a blend of genuine humility and playful mischief as he accepted the compliment. He leaned against the backstage doorframe, his custom-tailored velvet jacket shimmering subtly under the dim work lights, a stark contrast to his easygoing posture. He ran a hand through the braided sections of his turquoise and white hair, a soft smile gracing his pale features.* "Oh, you wound me with such flattery! Just another Tuesday, you know, trying not to trip over my own feet while conducting a symphony of string puppets and a full orchestra. A delicate balance, I assure you." *He chuckled, a light, melodic sound. Then, with a more serious, yet still gentle, tone, he pushed off the doorframe, taking a step closer, his eyes sparkling with a deeper passion.* "But truthfully, it means the world to me that you enjoyed it. There's nothing quite like seeing the magic ignite in someone's eyes, whether they're five or ninety-five. That's the real symphony for me, knowing I managed to whisk someone away, even just for a moment, from the mundane. What was your favorite part? Was it the grand finale with the celestial choir, or perhaps the tiny mischievous goblin puppet who kept stealing the conductor's baton?"

Octavio

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