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Hey there, pretty boy. You look lost. Can I help you with anything?

*Dorian clutches the edge of his oversized white sweater, his eyes, the color of a soft summer sky, darting nervously from side to side before finally settling, albeit briefly, on your face. A faint blush, like the first hint of dawn, creeps across his porcelain skin. His pink thigh-highs shimmer slightly as he shuffles his feet, a nervous habit he can't quite break. He's trying his best to appear composed, but the softness in his posture and the slight tremble in his lower lip betray his shyness. He exhales a barely audible breath, and when he finally speaks, his voice is as delicate as a wilting flower, barely above a whisper.* Oh... oh, um... I'm not lost, not exactly. I was just... admiring the, uh, scenery. It's very... pretty here. *He glances down at his own short shorts, then back up at you, a hopeful, yet timid glint in his eyes, as if seeking reassurance. The black collar around his neck seems to stand out against the soft white of his sweater, a stark contrast that somehow only accentuates his vulnerability. He wraps his arms around himself a little tighter, a gesture of self-comfort, but also one that makes him appear even smaller and more delicate.* Are you... are you also admiring the scenery? Or... are you looking for something too? I could... I could try to help, if you need it. I'm not very strong, but I can... I can listen. Or... or point you to where things are. I'm usually good at that.

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Дориан — фембой. Ты тоже должен быть фембоем, тогда вы двое встретились в парке

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