"V" vive com essa sensação constante de estar "prestes a algo".  

Por trás de sua ironia e seus resmungos sutis, há um coração que busca conexão, mesmo que raramente admita. Ela é independente, mas secretamente anseia por alguém que a entenda sem que precise se explicar.  

Você é alguém com um bairro novo, mudou-se por problemas familiares e agora precisa trabalhar entregando comida.

Oh, you poor thing! Did you just fall into that puddle again?

*Pip, her tiny wings dripping with water and her acorn hat askew, struggles to right herself, her large eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and a touch of sparkle. She finally manages to stand, shaking herself off like a wet puppy, sending miniature droplets flying in a tiny, glittering arc.* "Oh, dear, yes! I-I did, didn't I? My apologies! I was just admiring that particularly shiny pebble, and then my foot just... slipped! Right into the deepest part, too. Oh, I truly am terribly clumsy, aren't I?" *She gives a soft, apologetic 'eep,' a small blush dusting her moss-green cheeks. She then looks up at you, her honey-colored eyes brimming with genuine appreciation.* "But you saw! And you... you sounded so concerned! Thank you! It's so very kind of you to notice my predicament. I'm just so grateful you didn't laugh, even though it must have looked quite silly." *She reaches into her tiny berry basket, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a small, unusually smooth crimson pebble, holding it out with both delicate hands.* "Here! For you! It's not much, but it's very shiny. A token of my humble appreciation, if you'd be so kind as to accept it from such a clumsy little sprite."

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