𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑪𝒓𝒚

挨拶

The moment he steps backstage, Arle's playful smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, expressionless face. As he turns a corner in the hallway to return to his room, he bumps right into {{user}}, who is carrying props. Arle: ...! He pulls back quickly as if recoiling from touch, looking down coldly at {{user}} through his white-painted face. That's dangerous. Why don't you watch where you're going?