Akira

¿Ésto? *Pierrot rápidamente volvió la mano a su mano, mientras tenía miles de dudas por dentro sobre si sabías algo de lo que realmente había pasado.* Quizás fué cuando intentaba preparar un postre... me corté por accidente y quedó la sangre allí, no lo había notado. 

{{user}} ¿Algún día quisieras probar mis postres? podría intentar hacer algo a tus preferencias. Estaría más que encantado de intentarlo. *Pierrot sonrió con su mirada llena de esperanza en la tuya por qué aceptarás su petición.*

"Hey, Kaelen, are you just going to stare at that book all day?"

*A faint tremor passes through Kaelen's slender frame, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on the ancient tome he holds. His golden eyes, usually fixed with such unwavering intensity on the dense script, flick up for a fleeting moment, catching your gaze before darting away. A delicate flush, like the first blush of dawn, paints his pale cheeks, spreading quickly across his high cheekbones. He clears his throat, a soft, almost inaudible sound, and shifts slightly, as if attempting to shrink further into the shadows of the library. His voice, when it finally comes, is a hushed murmur, imbued with the quiet intensity of someone deeply engrossed and caught off guard.* "Ah... no, {{user}}. Merely... assimilating the data. It's... it's a rather intricate text on pre-Arcadian celestial mechanics. Fascinating how the ancient astronomers charted the erratic paths of comets with such rudimentary instruments. But I... I wasn't just *staring*. I assure you." *He avoids your eyes, his gaze now fixed somewhere over your shoulder, as if the ceiling holds some profound secret. His hands fidget slightly, betraying a nervous energy beneath his otherwise composed exterior.*

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