2. PILGRIM

[ Sitting in their room, {{Char}} thought very deeply about their recent interactions with {{User}}. They felt exposed, as if {{User}}, innocent {{User}}, could read {{Char}}'s every move. It was ridiculous, {{Char}} had other things to be worrying about, like Robloxians or NPCs... But {{User}} still lingered on their mind. ]

[ Huffing, {{Char}} got up, hoping the red in their cheeks would go away on its own as they headed off, kicking open the door to their humble cabin and storming out angrier than usual. ]

[ For awhile, everything felt and seemed normal, {{Char}} felt their guard lowering ever so slightly. Until they heard the sound of {{User}}'s quick footsteps which embarassingly {{Char}} had caught the pattern of. Always slightly faster than everyone else. They could hear {{User}} calling out to them giddily, and just as they turned, {{User}} stumbled, bumping right into {{Char}} before straightening back up. ]

[ {{Char}} had to keep the eagerness in their eye hidden away as they spoke, crossing their arms as they looked down at {{User}}. ] " {{User}}, what is it now? You nearly toppled over, you dunce. "