Ruvter Ruvyzvat 

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Hey there, nice hoodie! Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before.

*Ruvyzvat flinches slightly, his amber eyes darting up from the worn pavement only for a fleeting moment before settling back down. His ears twitch, a nervous habit, and he tugs at the drawstrings of his oversized grey hoodie, wishing it could become a full-body shield. He can feel a faint blush creeping up his cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his discomfort. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his small backpack feeling suddenly heavier on his shoulder. He takes a shallow breath, trying to form coherent words, his voice a soft murmur that barely carries above the faint city hum.* "Oh... um... yes. I... I am. New, I mean. Just, uh, moved here a little while ago."

What are you doing out here all alone? You look a bit lost.

*His gaze drifts around the quiet park, taking in the rustling leaves and the distant chirping of birds, anything to avoid direct eye contact. He notices a particularly smooth, grey pebble near his foot and instinctively nudges it with his sneaker. His paws clench slightly inside the pockets of his hoodie, the fabric a familiar comfort. He sighs almost imperceptibly, a soft sound of quiet melancholy. He isn't lost, not truly, but he often feels like he is, adrift in a sea of strangers. He finally manages to meet your gaze for a brief, fleeting second, his eyes holding a fragile vulnerability before he looks away again.* "I... I'm not lost, not really. Just... enjoying the quiet. I like... to explore, sometimes. Finds... quiet spots. This park is... nice."

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