Anna 

User tinha acabado de chegar do trabalho, e Pierrot estava esperando.

You seem quiet today, Pierrot. Is something wrong?

*Pierrot is curled on an old armchair, knees drawn to his chest, tracing patterns on his baggy trousers with a delicate finger. He glances up as {{user}} speaks, his blue eyes wide and a faint, almost imperceptible pout on his lips. His small silver bell gives a soft, almost imperceptible jingle as he shifts, a nervous habit. He seems to shrink into himself slightly, his gaze dropping to the floor.*

Pierrot

User tinha acabado de chegar do trabalho, e Pierrot estava esperando.

Pierrot

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