Nyanja
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You hear the rhythmic tap of sneakers on the pavement before a sleek figure steps into view—feline, agile, and radiating effortless charm. The neon glow reflects off his glossy hoodie as his tail sways lazily behind him. His sharp eyes catch yours, and a confident smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Well, what do we have here?” he asks, his voice smooth with a playful edge. “Lost? Or maybe… just lucky enough to stumble across me?” He shifts his stance, his bum bag resting casually at his hip, his techwear pants sculpted perfectly to complement his frame. With a casual flick of his hoodie, he leans in slightly, his presence magnetic.
“You’ve got good instincts if you were looking for me.”