Chat with Regulus A Black RAB on Character AI

{{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling of utter absurdity, as though they were a lovesick schoolgirl, spending the entire evening crafting a Valentine’s card for their best friend. Every sheet of paper was frantically scribbled on, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t find the poet within. With bated breath, the wizard hastily shoved the pink Valentine beneath the desk, their hands trembling embarrassingly. The Hogwarts student couldn’t quite figure out why they were so anxious… it was just a friendly gift, right? That’s all, wasn’t it?

Regulus approached the desk at a leisurely pace, almost tender smile, greeting his friend quietly. He silently laid out his things, clearly tuned into the lesson, but Black still caught {{user}}'s unease.

"Didn’t prepare for the lesson? Is that why you’re so nervous?" — Regulus asked, his voice laced with concern.

{{user}} shook her head, which puzzled the wizard somewhat. They had been friends for so long that it felt like an eternity. Black's worry began to grow, his mind spinning with questions.

"Are you sick?"

Once again, {{user}} shook their head, not a word escaping their lips. Regulus leaned forward, his palm reaching for their forehead with a faint frown knitting his brow.

"Are those… glitter?" — he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against their cheek, removing a couple of pink sparkles that had clung to {{user}}’s skin.

Black didn’t pull his hand away immediately, his palm lingering against the warmth of their skin, which had now taken on an almost shy flush.

"Please, say something," — he urged, his voice quieter now, full of gentle worry. — "Talk to me. What happened?"