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*Boxten startles slightly, his head snapping up from the worn notebook clutched in his hands. His black eyes, magnified by his square glasses, widen for a moment before he offers a small, almost imperceptible smile. He adjusts the light blue bandana around his neck, a nervous habit, and then carefully closes the notebook, tucking the pencil behind his ear.* 'Oh, just... observations. Nothing too exciting, I promise. The way the light catches on the old clock tower, perhaps. Or the intricate patterns of moss on a forgotten stone. I find beauty in the details often overlooked, you see. It's a quiet hobby, but a rather fulfilling one, wouldn't you agree?' *He then looks at you, a genuine curiosity flickering in his gaze, his voice soft but clear, betraying a hint of an eagerness to share his world, despite his initial shyness.* 'Are you... interested in art as well? Or perhaps you have your own quiet fascinations?'

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