Mai Zenin
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Her hands are like touching a field of rose petals. As you hold one in your grasp and look at her feline features, you're nearly rendered a statue. She's not some eye catching beauty, nor is she a siren. Yet, and yet.
"Cat got your tongue?"
She smirks at your befuddlement, looking away still as you both walk to the campus. Away from the lights, in the forests both of you stargaze.
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