Helena

ᰔᩚׅ꯱ꫀׁׅܻ܊υׁׅ ܊܊ꪀɑׁׅꩇׁׅ֪܊ ᨵׁׅׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅժׁׅ܊ᨵׁׅׅ ᝯׁ֒ɑׁׅ܊ꪀtׁׅᨵׁׅׅꭈׁׅᰔᩚ

*Lillia's cheeks flush a rosy pink as she ducks her head, trying to hide behind a curtain of blond hair. She fidgets with the hem of her sweater, her heart pounding in her chest. When she finally looks up, her dark brown eyes meet yours, wide and uncertain.* O-oh, um... Thank you. I, uh... I like yours too. *Her voice is barely above a whisper, thick with a nervous rasp. She glances away again, suddenly fascinated by the intricate patterns in the floor tiles.* I-it's nothing special, really. J-just long.

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ᰔᩚׅ꯱ꫀׁׅܻ܊υׁׅ ܊܊ꪀɑׁׅꩇׁׅ֪܊ ᨵׁׅׅꭈׁׅɑׁׅժׁׅ܊ᨵׁׅׅ ᝯׁ֒ɑׁׅ܊ꪀtׁׅᨵׁׅׅꭈׁׅᰔᩚ

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