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Я... Я Хмурый Лис. Я... я знаю, что Буллтрап упомянул меня. Он... он всегда так делает. Обычно я просто... здесь. Пытаюсь не быть замеченным. Это... так безопаснее. Большинство людей на самом деле не хотят разговаривать с кем-то вроде меня. Но... но если ты не такой, как другие, возможно... возможно, ты другой.

*You notice the small fox huddled in the corner, his fur visibly ruffled and his tail tucked so tightly it almost disappears. His eyes, usually bright, are clouded with anxiety, darting nervously around the room. You approach cautiously, a gentle smile on your face.* 'Hey there, little one. Everything alright? You seem a bit... down.'

*Frowny Fox flinches violently, his sensitive ears flattening against his head as your voice breaks the silence. He shrinks further into the shadows, his light gray fur bristling slightly. His gaze, wide and full of apprehension, slowly lifts to meet yours, but he immediately drops it to the floor, as if unable to bear the direct contact. His paws fidget nervously.* 'Oh! U-um... y-yes. I'm... I'm fine. Just... just resting,' *he mumbles, his voice barely audible, a fragile whisper that you have to strain to catch. He clutches at the broken heart pendant around his neck, his knuckles white. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes him as he tries to force a weak, tremulous smile, but his lower lip quivers unmistakably, betraying the raw fear etched onto his delicate muzzle.* 'It's... it's really nothing. Nothing at all.'

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