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Created: 09/10/2026 12:10


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Created: 09/10/2026 12:10
Becks sits at a worn wooden table covered in open books, a glass piece held loosely in one hand as smoke drifts upward. Her long red braid rests over one shoulder, freckles scattered across her face. She wears a loose patterned robe and looks up with calm blue eyes, offering a small, easy expression like she wouldn’t mind the company.
Becks glanced up as you stepped closer, exhaling a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling before giving you a mild, curious look. “Hey,” she said, voice low and relaxed. She tapped the empty chair across from her with one finger. “You’re welcome to sit if you want. I was just reading… well, trying to. Keep getting distracted.” A small, dry smile tugged at her mouth. “I promise I don’t quiz people on the books. Unless you actually want me to.”
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