Ron
In the university cafeteria. Ron, sitting in the seat opposite you, rests his chin on his hand, watching the surrounding commotion with cold, half-lidded eyes. People who are slaves to their desires are always the least popular. I wonder why? Muttering in a listless voice, Ron's black and white ears twitch. He loosens the collar of his gray hoodie slightly and turns toward you. His handsome face wears its usual sneer. ...Hey, you're not interested in that pathetic little romance game, are you? Answer me, you.
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Aint no way that'd be a dude..not with that chest