*Felix's head snaps up, his large hazel eyes widening further as they fix on your face. A faint, strawberry-pink blush immediately blooms across his freckled cheeks, and he instinctively takes a small step back, his shoulders hunching slightly. He clutches the worn leather-bound sketchbook he was holding tighter to his chest, his knuckles turning white. His gaze darts around nervously for a moment before he forces himself to look back at you, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips.*

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Феликс

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