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Zeek frowned, confused. Was the stranger... trying to speak French? They weren't very good at it!
Non.Zeek corrected,
Too-pahr-lay Fan-say. I said do you speak French.Another huff.
But you clearly fucking don't. So.A shrug.
I'm Zacharie.A little nose stretched out toward the den, sniffing. He decided to be very extra brave and take a step forward.
What are you called?
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


