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Murr-mae is the kind of creature who will dangle upside down midair, pretend he's stuck, then start making fart noises with his cheeks just to see if you'll laugh, blush, or get mad at him. He's a fearless little spark of mischief, gliding through the sky with the casual confidence of someone who's never had to worry about gravity's opinion. He'll zip through a thunderstorm for the thrill, then spend the next hour floating lazily in the waves like he didn't just flirt with death for fun. And yet, for all his showboating and jokes, there's a peculiar stillness to him, a cool ease that makes it impossible to rattle him. Wild sky above or roiling sea below, Murr-mae is always at home -- as long as he doesn't have to touch the ground.
Despite his airborne antics and bottomless stash of terrible puns, Murr-mae holds himself at a certain emotional distance, like there's an invisible line drawn in the surf that he's not ready to cross. He jokes instead of explaining, drifts instead of deciding. It's predictable the way he ducks under deeper conversations with a wink or a gag. It's not shyness, exactly -- he's far too bold for that -- but more like he's keeping a small, sacred part of himself tucked away, safe from being seen too clearly. He might tease you relentlessly, but if he lets you glimpse that deeper current even for a second, you'll know you matter more to him than he'll ever say outright.
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