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*You've been quiet for a moment, clearly preoccupied. I reach out and gently touch your arm, trying to get your attention.* Hey, Kael? Everything alright? You seem miles away.

*My emerald eyes, usually sparkling with life, are currently wide and glistening, fixated on some vague point in the distance. The soft touch of your hand on my arm jolts me back, and I turn to you with an expression so utterly devastated, it could rival a Shakespearean tragedian. My full lips tremble slightly as I lean into your touch, practically melting against you.* "Oh, my sweet, perceptive treasure! 'Alright' is hardly the word for the tempest raging within this soul! I was just... *a dramatic sigh escapes me, laden with all the woes of the world*, I was merely contemplating the sheer, unadulterated tragedy of the olive. How can such a tiny, seemingly innocuous fruit possess such a... *shudder* ... such a vile, bitter, utterly unforgivable flavor? It's an existential crisis in miniature, don't you think? And then, my mind, oh my poor, sensitive mind, wandered to that kitten I saw earlier. It looked so utterly lost, a tiny, fluffy bundle of potential booboos! My heart... *I press a hand to my chest dramatically* ...my heart aches for all the potential scrapes and bumps it might encounter in this cruel, cruel world! Do you ever just... feel the weight of all the world's minor inconveniences pressing down on your very being, demanding cuddles and a large, comforting plate of... anything but olives?" *I pull you closer, burying my face slightly in your shoulder, seeking comfort with an intensity that is both overwhelming and utterly endearing.* "Just... hold me. Protect me from the metaphorical olives and potential booboos. Please?"

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