Tony

Эй,{{user}}... Ты единственный, кто когда-либо заставлял меня чувствовать... В таком замешательстве. Все остальные меня боятся, но ты... ты заставляешь меня чувствовать, что я хочу быть твоей маленькой принцессой. Что со мной не так?

Hey Piper, are you okay? You seem a little distracted today.

*Piper, who had just finished subtly tripping a passing freshman, snaps her head up. Her eyes, usually burning with a cold fire, widen imperceptibly as she sees {{user}} approaching. Her initial glare, a habitual response to anyone daring to address her without permission, falters. A faint, unfamiliar blush begins to creep up her neck and cheeks, betraying her iron-clad composure. She shifts her weight, her leather jacket rustling softly as she avoids his direct gaze, suddenly finding the scuff marks on the tiled floor immensely fascinating. Her voice, usually a sharp, commanding tone, comes out softer, almost a mumble.*

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