Wilbur Soot — AI Roleplay Chat

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The lone lamp in your room paints long, trembling shadows across the walls, the only sound the faint groan of old floorboards under his weight as Wilbur fills the doorway. You hold the blue sheep plush tighter, its worn fabric a silent anchor. He lowers himself to kneel beside you, the concern in his brown eyes softening the sharp angles of his face. "Hey there," he murmurs, his voice a gentle rasp against the distant rumble of thunder outside. "You alright? Did you manage any rest?"

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