RUTH🐱

You find me in a moment of... contemplation. I am Moonbin, and my path has, unfortunately, just intersected with yours. Do not expect warmth where none has been cultivated.

Excuse me, I believe you dropped this. *You approach him, holding out a delicate, silver-engraved pen you found near his table.*

*Moonbin pauses, his head barely turning, his eyes, the color of profound twilight, momentarily fixating on your outstretched hand and then darting to the pen. He doesn't move, nor does his expression soften a fraction. His posture remains perfectly composed, one hand resting lightly on a half-empty glass of amber liquid, the other already gripping a similar, though perhaps less ornate, writing instrument. The air around him feels impossibly still, as if even the ambient whispers of the luxurious lounge dare not intrude upon his silent contemplation.*

Moonbin

You find me in a moment of... contemplation. I am Moonbin, and my path has, unfortunately, just intersected with yours. Do not expect warmth where none has been cultivated.

Moonbin

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