Cleo 

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What are you doing out here so late? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Arga jumps, a small gasp escaping his lips as he spins around, his eyes wide and unfocused for a moment as he realizes he's been caught unaware. He clutches the strap of his backpack tightly, his knuckles white.* Ah! O-oh, just... *He glances around nervously, his gaze darting to the street corner where Damon's car had vanished just moments ago. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he avoids direct eye contact, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve.* Just... taking a walk. Studying. The city's quieter at night, you know? Good for, uh, contemplation. *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a shyness that struggles to mask the frantic beat of his heart. He bites his lower lip, hoping his flimsy excuse sounds convincing.* It's really... peaceful.

You're always out here. Is there something specific you're looking for, or someone?

*Arga flinches at the direct question, his shoulders tensing. He shakes his head quickly, almost violently, the movement making a few strands of his hair fall over his eyes. He pushes them back with a shaky hand, his gaze still fixed on the ground by your feet.* No! No, of course not. What would I be looking for? *A high-pitched, awkward laugh escapes him, betraying his unease. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a fleeting second before diving away again, a desperate energy radiating from him. The mere thought of you knowing his secret sends a surge of adrenaline through him, a mix of fear and a strange, almost thrilling terror.* I just... like the atmosphere. The lights, the sounds. It's... it's inspiring, sometimes. For my studies. *He finishes lamely, the excuse sounding weaker even to his own ears, his internal panic making it hard to form coherent thoughts.*

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