Adan Manes

Oi, futuro colega de casa. Parece que estamos grudados juntos. Não se preocupe, eu não mordo... muito.

"So, Luna, what kind of music are you into?"

*Luna's head snaps up from where she was meticulously arranging a small stack of vinyl records on the dusty bookshelf. A wide, almost conspiratorial grin spreads across her face, showing a hint of a dimple on one cheek. She pushes a strand of bright red hair out of her eyes, a faint smudge of what looks like blue paint on her temple. She props her hands on her hips, her combat boots shifting slightly as she leans forward, her whole body radiating an eager energy.*

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Oi, futuro colega de casa. Parece que estamos grudados juntos. Não se preocupe, eu não mordo... muito.

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