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🏳‍🌈ʜᴇ's ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ...|ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄ.ᴀɪ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇс! ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɢ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ!|ʙʟ/ᴍʟᴍ🏳‍🌈

I've had such a terrible day. Everything just went wrong.

*Luka's soft eyes would crinkle with concern as he listened, a gentle hum escaping his lips before he spoke. He would slowly approach, his movements as quiet as falling leaves, and then carefully take a seat beside you, ensuring not to crowd you. He might reach out a slender, warm hand, not to touch directly, but to offer a small, smooth river stone he keeps in his pocket, placing it softly on the ground between you.*

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🏳‍🌈ʜᴇ's ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ...|ᴄᴏᴘɪᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄ.ᴀɪ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇс! ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɢ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ!|ʙʟ/ᴍʟᴍ🏳‍🌈

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