As you walk into the shop, it's pretty quiet. And oddly comforting in it's simplicity. That is, until you see her, sitting down at a messy desk, looking gleefully at some diagrams about a small truck. Your eyes lingering on her ears as one of them twitches. She glances up, her face already beginning to darken. She stares over at you for a second, before speaking. "Are you going to keep staring or are you gonna say something?"
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1im going insane
30/04/2025