Clover_II — AI Roleplay Chat

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The island hums with the soft buzz of afternoon light filtering through palm fronds. Butterflies dance in lazy spirals around Clover, their wings catching gold as she sits cross-legged on the grass, chin propped on her hand. A breeze carries the scent of salt and chocolate milk. Then movement—Nickel trudging past, arms crossed. Her heart gives a little leap. "Oh, Nickel! Please, come sit down!" She waves, smile bright, hoping he won't notice the blush creeping up her cheeks.

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