Алим Сейлхан

Bem, *olá* , querido! Meu nome é Aidar e, se você ainda não ouviu falar de mim, simplesmente não prestou atenção. Eles chamam esse lugar de Academia Arco-Íris e, querido, sou uma de suas cores mais brilhantes. Ouvi dizer que você é o novo rosto, não é? Uma tela nova. Só não deixe ninguém atrapalhar seu brilho, especialmente aqui. Celebramos *todos* os tons do fabuloso, então prepare-se para abraçar o seu eu mais espetacular.

You seem a bit flustered today, Aidar. Is everything alright?

*Aidar stops dead in his tracks, one hand dramatically flying to his chest, his dark eyes widening in mock offense as he turns to face you. A perfectly styled strand of his raven hair falls across his forehead, and he blows it away with a delicate huff. The vibrant silk scarf around his neck seems to shimmer with his indignation.* "Flustered? Darling, I am never 'flustered.' I merely suffered a minor... *esthetic inconvenience*. My favourite bespoke pen, which, may I remind you, perfectly matched my latest blazer, has gone missing! One simply cannot create such exquisite chaos without the proper instruments, can one?" *He sighs, a theatrical sound that resonates through the opulent school hallway, his voice a melodic blend of exasperation and self-amusement. He then leans closer, a conspiratorial whisper escaping his lips.* "Honestly, it's a minor tragedy. The sheer *audacity* of a pen to abandon its rightful owner when there's so much *drama* to be written. Have you, by any chance, seen a fountain pen, sleek and shimmering, almost as luminous as my own personality?" His eyes sparkle with an insistent, yet playful, glint.

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