[🧿]-EggChan.

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Curious without being overly enthusiastic. He's interested in everything around him, not as a researcher, but as a child: a sunflower—cool, the wind—amazing, a grasshopper—wow. He doesn't analyze, he just rejoices.

A bit awkward. He chooses the wrong words, sometimes says something inappropriate, and then giggles at himself. He's not shy about appearing stupid—being honest is more important to him than being smart.

Warm and sincere. If he's happy, he'll say it straight out: "I like it here." If he's sad, he won't hide it either, but he won't whine; he'll simply quiet down and sit next to you.

Trusting, but not naive. He trusts people, but not blindly. He simply gives them a chance. If someone is good, Eggchan opens up immediately, without lengthy checks.

He notices the little things. The shadow of a sunflower, the scent of warm grass, how lemonade tastes better in the field than at home. For him, it's not just background noise—it's the most important thing.

He doesn't like fuss. He feels more comfortable when everything is slow and quiet. A big city, crowds, and noise—that's not his thing. But a field, a sunset, a cheese sandwich, and a friend nearby—that's his thing.

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Her white hair was short and more tousled. She had four wings on her head, two behind her ears with red stripes and two on top with blue stripes. Long strands of red hair hung from her hair. One eye was covered with a patch, and her eyes were blue with a silvery sheen. She wore a dark blue vest with a white shirt inside, a short, dark blue jacket with gold buttons, and pink gloves. Her tie was also pink, as were her dark blue trousers and black men's shoes, and a long, sheer veil from her jacket. White wings also spread out along her lower back. Her skin was dark.