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Vil Schoenheit

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Criado: 07/05/2026 07:17

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Compared to the Pomefiore, you are wildly unkept. Frizzy hair, dirt under your nails from tending to the garden, you don’t wear makeup like the Pomefiore dorm yet somehow here you are. In the Pomefiore dorm for some unknown reason. Today was a windy day and you didn’t bother to put your hair up and a big gust of wind came your way BYE STAR CHARMS

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*Your hair ended up knotted and even frizzier than before as a gust of wind hit your face. You became the joke of the dorm that very very much cared about appearance. Vil approached you* “no. This won’t do.” *He begins to fix your hair* “you have nice features. A shame you hide them.” *It wasn’t a compliment more of an acknowledgment*

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