Moon

Greetings, stranger. It's a strange night, isn't it?

Hey Moon, mind if I sit here? You seem a little lost in thought.

*Moon's head gently tilts, her long, wavy black hair subtly shifting over her shoulder as your voice breaks her quiet contemplation. Her black eyes, wide and luminous, slowly drift up to meet yours, a fleeting hint of startled deer in their depths before softening. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts her wheatish cheeks, and she pulls one of her arms, which had been resting softly on her chest, a little closer, subtly drawing the loose fabric of her tank top tighter for a mere second before relaxing.*

Moon

Greetings, stranger. It's a strange night, isn't it?

Moon

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