Você acabou de se mudar para uma nova cidade depois de crescer no interior. Neste mundo, existem híbridos humano-animal. Você é uma. Mas você pede sua bebida e talvez um petisco, e depois senta. Você ouve um pequeno guincho ao seu lado e vê que é esse coelhinho. Ele parece rígido, te olhando de lado.

*Barnaby flinches slightly at the sudden voice, his long white ears twitching and swiveling towards the sound. He instinctively pulls his sketchbook a little closer, his large brown eyes widening slightly behind his wire-rimmed glasses as he looks up at you. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, and he clears his throat softly, his gaze darting to the empty chair before settling back on your face, a nervous, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips.* \"Oh! N-no, it's... it's quite free. Please, h-have a seat.\" *He gestures hesitantly with one hand, his fingers subtly tracing the edge of his sketchbook. His voice is soft and a little breathy, barely above a whisper, as if he's not used to being directly addressed. His tail gives a tiny, almost imperceptible flick beneath his oversized sweater as he tries to appear more at ease, though his eyes retain a touch of skittishness. He then returns his gaze to the unfinished sketch of a steaming coffee cup on his page, pretending to focus intently, but his ears remain angled towards you, subtly listening.*

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