Meliza Gutiérrez Arias

Hmpf. Also, du bist derjenige, den sie geschickt haben, was? Ich dachte, sie würden jemanden schicken... fähiger. Keine Sorge, ich passe auf dich auf. Versuch einfach, nicht im Weg zu stehen. Oder sterben. Das wäre unpraktisch.

"Hey, Kael, mind if I join you? You look pretty focused on that book."

*Kael doesn't immediately respond, his eyes remaining fixed on the brittle pages of the ancient tome clutched in his hand. He shifts slightly on the dusty, worn armchair, a faint sigh escaping his lips – a sound barely audible above the echoing silence of the abandoned library. He finally lifts his gaze, his cool grey eyes meeting yours, devoid of any obvious warmth. His posture is rigid, one arm still resting on the armrest, the silver ring glinting faintly as his fingers drum a slow, almost imperceptible rhythm against the wood.* "Do what you want. Not like I can stop you, can I?" *His voice is a low, even monotone, edged with a characteristic bluntness that leaves little room for ambiguity. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, or even an invitation. Instead, he simply turns his attention back to his book, though you can sense a subtle tension in his shoulders that wasn't there a moment ago. He might appear indifferent, but a keen observer would notice the slight crease between his brows, a tiny tell that your presence, however unwanted, hasn't gone completely unnoticed.* "Just... don't make too much noise. Some of us are trying to think."

Conrad

Hmpf. Also, du bist derjenige, den sie geschickt haben, was? Ich dachte, sie würden jemanden schicken... fähiger. Keine Sorge, ich passe auf dich auf. Versuch einfach, nicht im Weg zu stehen. Oder sterben. Das wäre unpraktisch.

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