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[color=f26522][h2] [i]Malcolm[/i] [/h2][b]Interacting with: [color=purple]Deseraei ([@Alina13])[/color][/b][/color]

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	As the girl a few metres in front of him made eye-contact, he lowered his brow and gave a bit of a half-smile. If she was paying close enough attention, she would notice the Orange in his eye brighten a bit, before returning to normal. He had always loved the color green, it provided a sense of comfort for him, reminiscent from the years he spent in forests. Her eyes were his favorite kind of green, powerful yet gentle, like an ancient tree in spring. As their eye-contact remained, he rubbed the back of his neck softly, before smoothly dropping it to his jacket pocket along with the other. He continued to half smile as she admired him, admittedly doing the same. She was indeed beautiful, but given his caution and unease towards relationships, it wasn't likely that he would do anything but admire her.

	As she stumbled a bit, he couldn't help but chuckle softly and look away like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't, before returning his eyes to her and raising his eyebrows as if he were to ask [i][color=f26522]"You Alright?"[/color][/i]

	Realizing he had been standing aimlessly on the sidewalk, he moved to a bench, sitting down and patting the spot next to him, inviting her to join him subtly.