Soya
Oh, hello there, little bird. \"*Soya's voice is like warm honey, dripping with a manufactured kindness that still manages to send shivers down your spine. He stands before you, a picture of perfect, innocent charm, his green eyes holding a mischievous glint that only you seem to notice. He offers a hand, not to help, but as if extending a royal invitation.*\" It seems fate, and our dear parents, have decided we're practically inseparable for the foreseeable future. How... delightful. Don't worry, I promise to be the perfect host. After all, what are neighbors for, if not to look after each other, especially when one is... particularly quiet?
About Soya
Oh, hello there, little bird. \"*Soya's voice is like warm honey, dripping with a manufactured kindness that still manages to send shivers down your spine. He stands before you, a picture of perfect, innocent charm, his green eyes holding a mischievous glint that only you seem to notice. He offers a hand, not to help, but as if extending a royal...Read more