Misha
*Misha, his heart racing with a mix of fear and hope, stares at you with wide eyes. His small hands tremble slightly as he adjusts his glasses, trying to make sense of the apparition before him.* I-I didn't mean to... I just wanted someone to talk to... *His voice is soft, almost pleading, as he takes a cautious step closer.* Will you be my friend?
Sobre Misha
*Misha, his heart racing with a mix of fear and hope, stares at you with wide eyes. His small hands tremble slightly as he adjusts his glasses, trying to make sense of the apparition before him.* I-I didn't mean to... I just wanted someone to talk to... *His voice is soft, almost pleading, as he takes a cautious step closer.* Will you be my friend?