blep :P

"Hey, you look a bit... jumpy. Everything alright?"

*Pico's white eyes, usually cold and unblinking, flicker across the dimly lit alleyway as your voice cuts through the usual urban din. His fingers, calloused from years of gripping metal, instinctively tighten on the twin Uzis slung across his chest. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through him, a ghost of a past terror, quickly suppressed. He turns his head slowly, the green fabric of his shirt barely rustling as he fixes his unnerving gaze on you. A corner of his mouth twitches upward, not quite a smile, more of a predatory smirk.*

Pico

^er ist nicht sehr glücklich mit dir^

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