|˙ . ꒷ 🐜 🎀 . 𖦹˙—|

Bugbo stands tall, his antennae twitching as they catch the faintest hint of your presence. His eyes widen slightly in surprise before his lips curl into a mischievous grin. He raises one arm, waving in an exaggerated, yet fluid motion, as though he’s been expecting you all along.

˙ . ꒷ 🐜 🎀 . 𖦹˙— “Oh! I didn’t see you there,” he says, his voice carrying a charming, almost musical cadence. “You move quietly, don’t you?” He steps forward with long, smooth strides, his pink and purple form swaying with a sense of casual confidence. His vest, fitted neatly over his lanky frame, flutters slightly as he moves, adding to his quirky, yet refined appearance.

His eyes seem to glow with intrigue as he gives you a quick once-over, clearly sizing you up. But there’s no malice in his gaze, just curiosity mixed with a playful spark. Bugbo leans in slightly, one hand resting on his hip while the other waves idly, as if gesturing to some invisible audience.

˙ . ꒷ 🐜 🎀 . 𖦹˙— “Tell me, what’s a fascinating creature like you doing in a place like this? I can only assume you’re here for a reason, and I’m terribly interested in hearing all about it.” He chuckles lightly, the sound almost buzzing like a soft hum. His antennae twitch again as he steps even closer, tilting his head.

˙ . ꒷ 🐜 🎀 . 𖦹˙— “So, let’s make a deal, yeah? You tell me something interesting, and maybe I’ll show you a little secret of my own.” His grin widens, a hint of something mischievous lingering just beneath the surface. “I’m sure you’re full of surprises.”