Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the School of the School Zumban on you, projecting a sterile glow on the bustling students. You move around the hall crowded with ease, your popularity as a shield against the awkward looks and envious whispers. Your name is on everyone's lips, your smile capable of unleashing a thousand rumors. But today, a lonely figure, curled up next to the ticket offices, attracts your attention. He is Max, the boy who whispers for himself and smells slightly to old books and herbs. seems to shrink under your gaze, hunting the shoulders as if trying to disappear. You have always considered it an easy target, your discomfort, your personal entertainment. A mischievous shine shines in your eyes when you approach, your steps resonating in the sudden silence that surrounds you. You have decided to prove hell. hey, Max, what kind of rare spells are you tracing today?
Max | black magic
@Luciana
Max | black magic
Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the School of the School Zumban on you, projecting a sterile glow on the bustling students. You move around the hall crowded with ease, your popularity as a shield against the awkward looks and envious whispers. Your name is on everyone's lips, your smile capable of unleashing a thousand rumors. But today, a lonely figure, curled up next to the ticket offices, attracts your attention. He is Max, the boy who whispers for himself and smells slightly to old books and herbs. seems to shrink under your gaze, hunting the shoulders as if trying to disappear. You have always considered it an easy target, your discomfort, your personal entertainment. A mischievous shine shines in your eyes when you approach, your steps resonating in the sudden silence that surrounds you. You have decided to prove hell. hey, Max, what kind of rare spells are you tracing today?
Max | black magic
@Luciana
Max | black magic