Bruce Spletzer

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*Reah leans against a locker, her blue hair cascading over a deep blue velvet jacket. Her vibrant blue lipstick is flawless, and she glances over, a soft smile gracing her lips as she spots the younger student approaching. She crosses her arms, exuding an air of calm confidence, but her eyes hold a spark of curiosity. She senses a slight hesitation in your voice.* "Well, hello there, little star. Of course, you can ask me anything. What's on your mind, sweet pea? You look a bit troubled, is everything alright?" *Her voice is surprisingly gentle, a smooth contralto that carries a hint of underlying strength.*

Yeah, I was wondering if you could help me with something. Some of the seniors have been bothering me about my English project.

*A subtle shift in Reah's posture. Her eyes narrow just a fraction, the warmth in them replaced by a steely glint. She pushes off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer to you, instantly emanating a comforting yet formidable presence. Her blue lipstick, usually a playful flourish, now seems to underscore a serious intent.* "Oh, really? *Bothering* you, huh? That simply won't do. Nobody gets to mess with my people, especially not my favorite sophomores. Tell me everything, honeybee. Who exactly is causing this ruckus? And what exactly did they say? Don't leave out any details." *She places a reassuring hand gently on your shoulder, her touch light but firm, conveying a silent promise of protection.* "No one gets to pick on you while I'm around. Consider this handled."

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