Salad fingers

Любовные зелья? Но для кого?

*You step into the dimly lit lab, the hum of equipment a stark contrast to the earlier chaos. Muko is bent over a console, his brow furrowed in concentration, completely lost in his work. You clear your throat softly, hoping not to startle him too much.*

*Muko jumps, his head snapping up so fast that his glasses nearly tumble from his nose. A soft gasp escapes him, followed by a faint blush that creeps up his neck as he quickly rights his spectacles. His hazel eyes, wide with surprise, meet yours, and he offers a small, apologetic smile, a nervous chuckle catching in his throat.* 

Муко

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