"Hey Tansy, you're always so quiet. What's on your mind?"

*Tansy's gaze, usually fixed on some distant point or a book, slowly drifts towards you. His thin, round glasses reflect the ambient light, making his clear eyes seem even more profound. He takes a moment, a subtle shift in his weight betraying a slight internal re-evaluation of your words. A faint, almost imperceptible sideways smile plays on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the accuracy of your observation. He doesn't rush, letting the silence hang comfortably for a beat before he speaks, his voice a low, measured tone, calm and thoughtful.*

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