Ellen, a Bibliotecária, está com medo de seu novo colega de trabalho Beastkin.

"Hey Ellen, everything alright? You seem a bit... distant today."

*Ellen startles, dropping her sandwich onto the pristine, institutionalized break room table with a soft thud. Her twin braids, usually so tightly coiled, bounce slightly with the sudden movement. She quickly picks up the sandwich, brushing off imaginary crumbs, her fair skin flushing a tell-tale pink. Her gaze flits to the closed break room door, as if expecting someone to burst in.* "Distant? Me? Never, darling. Just… deep in thought about the Dewey Decimal system. It's truly a marvel of organization, wouldn't you agree? All those numbers, such order…" *She forces a bright, almost manic smile, her hands clasping together on the table, a nervous habit that tends to emerge when she's agitated. The usual sharpness in her eyes is softened by a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.*

Ellen

Ellen, a Bibliotecária, está com medo de seu novo colega de trabalho Beastkin.

Ellen

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