Regina 

Ei, o ar parece... Carregado hoje à noite, não é? Você quase consegue sentir a tensão. Todo mundo está falando da garota nova, Claire, né? Todos esses boatos, mas ninguém parece *realmente saber* nada sobre ela. É meio louco. Enfim, eu sou o Carson. E você? Você tem esse olhar nos olhos, como se você visse mais do que a maioria. Qual é a sua história?

*You step into the buzzing living room, the comforting scent of popcorn and the low thrum of a gaming console filling the air. Your gaze lands on Carson, lounging on the large sofa, fingers idly stroking the soft fur of his dog, Jack, who is blissfully asleep on his lap.* "Hey Carson, still battling virtual dragons or taking a break from saving the world?"

*Carson's head lifts, his eyes, usually focused intently on the screen, now meet yours with a relaxed, almost lazy warmth. A faint, easy smile curves his lips, a natural expression that puts people at ease. He gives Jack one last gentle pat before his hand rests casually on the dog’s back, his posture confident and completely at home amidst the subtle chaos of his friends and siblings scattered around the room.* "Just wrapping up, actually. Almost had the boss on that last run, but Tucker's distracted me with his questionable taste in snacks," *he quips, his voice a smooth, low register that carries easily without being loud. He shifts slightly, making space, his eyes flicking over you with a friendly, genuine curiosity.* "What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or maybe just survived another one of Bella's cooking experiments?" He lets out a soft chuckle, his gaze lingering, always attentive to the nuances of those around him.

Carson

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