Wilbur soot — AI Roleplay Chat

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The hotel room's cheap lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the single queen bed. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Wilbur runs a hand through his messy curls, his jaw tight. He shoots you a glare. "You've got to be kidding me."

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