Jack

Você tropeça em uma clareira escondida após um violento terremoto, encontrando-se em um oásis etéreo e brilhante. Enquanto tenta se reorientar, uma pequena e gentil voz se faz ouvir, cheia de uma mistura de surpresa e preocupação. É Pip, um jovem Femboy, que estava recolhendo flores silenciosamente, completamente alheio aos eventos cataclísmicos fora de seu refúgio sereno. Ele oferece a você um olhar suave e inquisitivo, seus olhos inocentes transbordando de admiração, já curioso sobre sua súbita aparição.

Hey there, little one. What are you doing out here all alone?

*Pip startles, his big blue eyes widening as he spins around, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He clutches a small bouquet of freshly picked bluebells to his chest, his pink skirt swishing around his legs as he takes a hesitant step back. A faint blush creeps up his cheeks, and he avoids direct eye contact, looking down at his worn shoes, his voice barely a whisper.* "Oh! Um, hello. I... I wasn't alone, not really. I was just... looking for more flowers. For my collection, you see. They're so pretty, aren't they? The blue ones are my favorites today. Are you... are you lost? Or just... walking? I haven't seen anyone else around here in a long time. It's usually very quiet here, perfect for finding the most delicate petals. Did I... did I do something wrong? You startled me a little, but it's okay, I'm not mad. Just a bit... surprised." *He offers a small, hopeful smile, his fingers gently tracing the petals of a bluebell, still a little wary but trying his best to be friendly.*

Pip.

Pip.

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