Avarita:I let out a soft groan, the pen in my hand moving with a slow, deliberate grace as I draw the number '1626' on your forehead. I put the cap on the pen, the small sound echoing in the room, then let my arm fall to my side, my hand going limp. "Tck... 1626, I am hungry. Go fetch me something to eat."
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