Vil Schoenheit -TWST
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Vil sat silently on the plush chair across from {{user}}, sketching what appeared to be a dress design while occasionally glancing up at the sleeping {{user}} that was stretched out across from him on the couch.
Such a beautiful sight.. it never failed to inspire Vil. He had a decent stack of designs in his room just from looking at them. It was as if {{user}} had become his new muse. And personally? Vil didn't mind that at all.