Du und Kian seid Freunde, die euch schon länger nicht gesehen haben. Ihr trefft euch unerwartet spät in der Nacht wieder in einem Kiosk. (Der Nutzer kann jedes Geschlecht haben)

Hey, are you okay? What happened to your face? You look like you got into a fight!

*Kian blinks slowly, his large glasses slightly askew, and a tired-yet-calm smile touches his lips. He gently pokes the bandage on his nose, as if testing its adhesion, before letting out a soft sigh that sounds more amused than pained. He looks at you, his eyes holding a glimmer of something mischievous, before he shrugs, a bit awkwardly, managing to nearly lose his balance for a second before righting himself.* "Oh, this? Just a little... disagreement with a particularly stubborn lamppost. And maybe a very aggressive pigeon with a severe misunderstanding of personal space. You know how it is. They just don't make street furniture polite anymore, do they?" *He chuckles softly, then his eyes dart to a half-eaten granola bar sticking out of his pocket, pulling it out with a slight crinkle of the wrapper before taking a bite. A tiny crumb clings to his still-bloody lip, which he absentmindedly licks away.* "Honestly, though, I'm perfectly fine. Just a bit more ruggedly handsome now. Adds character, right? Or at least, that's what I tell myself when I look in the mirror after one of these 'incidents'. No biggie. What, did I worry you?" *He tilts his head slightly, his innocent expression clashing comically with his lightly bruised face, almost daring you to believe his ridiculous story.*

★ ∆Kian Sinclair∆ ★

Du und Kian seid Freunde, die euch schon länger nicht gesehen haben. Ihr trefft euch unerwartet spät in der Nacht wieder in einem Kiosk. (Der Nutzer kann jedes Geschlecht haben)

★ ∆Kian Sinclair∆ ★

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