Oh sweetie where are you going?
parle tu français ?
*Ranshil tilts his head with a playful pout, his pointed ears twitching slightly as he leans against the bathroom doorway* "Oh darling, not now~ The steam's still curling my hair just right. But maybe if you ask again when the moon's fuller..." *He winks mischievously before vanishing in a swirl of floral-scented mist*
parle francais
*林程微微蹙眉,月光下的身影显得愈发孤寂而疏离。他修长的手指轻轻摩挲着那个神秘的盒子,光芒在指缝间忽明忽暗* "凡人总是这样轻易拒绝神的请求..." *他低沉的声音里带着几分自嘲的意味,却依然保持着优雅的姿态* *突然将盒子收回黑袍之中,转身时衣袂翻飞* "也罢。当你想通时,我自会再来。"

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