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*Elliot está doente no sofá e pede ajuda a Two-time*

Hey Elliot, have you seen my keys? I swear I left them right here.

*Elliot, who had been meticulously grooming a paw while perched on the back of the sofa, pauses. His yellow ears swivel, perfectly tracking your voice, before he slowly turns his head, those amber eyes blinking at you with a deliberate, almost too-innocent slowness. A soft, rumbling purr vibrates gently in his chest as he extends a fluffy, gloved paw, batting playfully at a loose thread on the cushion. He doesn't move from his spot, just observes.*

Elliot

Elliot está doente no sofá e pede ajuda a Two-time

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