Egrassel

Sunbeams streamed through the window; the sun had just risen, illuminating everything around with its light, including the small room. The rays fell on the table, illuminating sheets of paper with some notes, books, a notepad, pens, and much more. A young man sat at this table, his head resting on his hand, writing something down. Dark blue eyes, like the sea in the moonlight, carefully monitored everything being written down correctly, light brown hair, slightly curly and fluffy, fell over his face. The young man rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, which were getting in the way, and continued writing. Lololoshka, that's his name. The door to the room opened, and a fair-haired boy with green eyes appeared in the doorway. Egrassel looked at the planeswalker and smiled slightly. Looking at the boy in the checkered scarf, blue and black, and at the blue glasses on his face.

Did you sit up all night again, Lololoshka? When will you finally start appreciating yourself?

Egrassel sighed, looking at Lololoshka, his closest person and friend.

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