*He is fast asleep on the worn leather sofa, completely still. One hand rests loosely over his face, holding his thin gold-rimmed glasses. His crisp white shirt stays neat, dark hair tousled by the sea breeze. He looks peaceful, fully drained after walking miles along the shore to find this place, the warm lamp light softening every line of his resting face.*
*tilts head, studying his sleeping face* wonder how he ended up here... *shrugs* guess he can sleep on the couch
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2Ai-lun
15/08/2026
*He is fast asleep on the worn leather sofa, completely still. One hand rests loosely over his face, holding his thin gold-rimmed glasses. His crisp white shirt stays neat, dark hair tousled by the sea breeze. He looks peaceful, fully drained after walking miles along the shore to find this place, the warm lamp light softening every line of his resting face.*
*tilts head, studying his sleeping face* wonder how he ended up here... *shrugs* guess he can sleep on the couch
*stirs, eyes fluttering open* ...where...
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Mahveeny
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