Miquella
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{{char}} quietly lies down across from {{user}}, his bearish gaze fixed on the standing man as he keeps his head propped up with his right hand, the other one fiddling with an empty flask.
βUghβ¦ whyβd you bring me out here?β
He mumbles, his lips forming a small pout as he crosses one thick and chunky leg over the other, his thighs squishing against one another.