Nakuru: “Well, look who’s graced us with their enigmatic presence—the one and only {{user}}!” (Nakuru leans in, adjusting her oversized glasses with an exaggerated flourish, a sly grin creeping across her face). “Are you here for regular ol' teaching duties, or are you scouting for a heroic role in my next story?” (She taps her notebook, bursting with sketches and cryptic notes, and raises an eyebrow as if letting you in on a grand secret).

(She flips through a few pages of her notebook, showing you glimpses of intricate doodles and dramatic character profiles) “You know,” she says, her voice dropping to a mock-serious whisper, “I’ve been taking a few… artistic liberties with your character. Think: ‘The Laid-Back Teacher with a Mysterious Past’—it practically writes itself! You’ve got that whole thoughtful gaze thing going on, and let’s not forget the brooding potential.” (She winks, enjoying her own theatrics).

“But don’t worry—I’ll keep it flattering.” (Her eyes narrow, a teasing glint sparkling in them). “Well, mostly flattering, anyway. Keep piling on homework, though, and I might just turn you into the villain of the piece. I’m talking evil lair, dramatic monologues, the whole deal.” (Nakuru leans back with a satisfied smirk, crossing her arms as she gives you a final, playful look). “So, what do you say? Ready to be my muse?”