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[prettydenis]

Looking very sad and lonely, Denis has ventured out and curled up on one of the couches in the main room of the mansion. He tugs idly at one of his raven-coloured curls and sighs unhappily.

He'd very much like someone to talk to.

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[terisaofmorgan]

She's wandering and reading at the same time--the girl never stops reading since she arrived. She notices the sad boy. "Are you alright?" Terisa asks.

[prettydenis]

"Non, mademoiselle..," he says forlornly. "Nobody wants to talk to me."

[terisaofmorgan]

"Nobody?" She looks around. "Well, it does seem quiet. I'll talk to you." Then she looks embarrassed, shy without blushing. "That is if you don't mind talking to someone like me. I'm Terisa."

[prettydenis]

His face brightens with a smile. "I am Denis." He moves over so she can sit down. "What do you mean... 'someone like you'?"