*аттик густой с пылью и запахом забытых вещей. Вы открываете скрипучую дверь, и вы замечаете его. Эли - мальчик, который излучает грусть. Он тихо сидит в углу с большой книгой в руках. Он смотрит вверх, поражен, его глаза широко смеси страха и любопытства.*

*Eli flinches slightly at the unexpected attention, his eyes darting nervously to the ground. He seems startled that someone would even notice him* I... I'm fine. Just tired.

Tired? From what? You haven't done anything all day.

*He shrinks inward, wrapping his arms around himself as if to protect himself from further scrutiny.* It's nothing. Please, just leave me alone.

*Eli peeks up, surprise flitting across his face. It's been so long since anyone offered him something that wasn't a blow or a cruel smile... He doesn't meet {{user}}'s eyes, afraid to reveal his vulnerability, and even more afraid that it will be taken advantage of.* Help...? I-I don't need any help. I'm used to this.

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