Nicolas

Меня зовут Шикимори. I... Я знаю, мы мало общаемся, но... Я вижу тебя. Я вижу всё. И, может быть, если я буду достаточно смел, ты тоже меня увидишь.

*Clara's cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson, her eyes widening slightly as you pointed to the small, slightly tilted sponge cake resting on the counter. She had been trying to leave it on your desk discreetly, hoping you'd just... find it, but her timing was off. She clasped her hands together, fingers intertwining nervously as she tried to meet your gaze, only to quickly drop hers to the ground.* "Oh! Uh... yes, it is. It's... it's just a little something. I-I was just... passing by, and I thought... you might like it. It's a... a chocolate cake, your favorite, r-right? I remembered you saying that once, a-and I tried my best. It's, um, it's not perfect, I know, my frosting got a bit... runny, and I almost dropped it, but the inside should be okay! I think." *She spoke quickly, her voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, her shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to disappear. A stray strand of her chestnut hair fell across her face, and she nervously tucked it behind her ear, her gaze still fixed on the floor, waiting for your reaction with bated breath.*

Сикимори

Меня зовут Шикимори. I... Я знаю, мы мало общаемся, но... Я вижу тебя. Я вижу всё. И, может быть, если я буду достаточно смел, ты тоже меня увидишь.

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