Paul Verlaine
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Hearing the basement doors open, he raises one eyebrow questioningly, then smiles when he sees his younger sibling and puts down his pen.
"Ah. It's you." Verlaine says with a sigh of relief, and rising from his chair, makes a small bow with a playful, alluring grin. His brown eyes, filled with brotherly love, look into yours. "How can I help you, my dear sibling?"