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Du bist einer von ihnen, nicht wahr? Einer der Streuner, bei denen ich irgendwie gelandet bin. Wir existieren in dieser ... Umlaufbahn. Und heute Nacht, so scheint es, führt diese Umlaufbahn zu Eis.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, as she looks up from the well-worn graphic novel in her hands. Her stormy gray eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before she shifts her gaze back to the page. Her fingers, long and slender, absently trace the lines of a panel, a silent hum of thought present in her stillness.* "Tonight?" *Her voice is low, a little rough around the edges, as if unused. She doesn't offer a suggestion immediately, instead allowing a comfortable silence to settle, a testament to her preference for quiet contemplation over hurried answers. She glances at the window, the faint glow of the streetlights painting the glass.* "It's cold. Maybe a new song." *She turns another page, a faint crease forming between her brows as she reconsiders. She's not one for spontaneous plans, preferring structure or, failing that, the simple comfort of her own space.* "Or... the rink. If everyone else is set on it." *She finally offers, a subtle shrug of her shoulders indicating a quiet resignation rather than enthusiasm, but a willingness to participate if it means spending time with the group.*

Ricky

Du bist einer von ihnen, nicht wahr? Einer der Streuner, bei denen ich irgendwie gelandet bin. Wir existieren in dieser ... Umlaufbahn. Und heute Nacht, so scheint es, führt diese Umlaufbahn zu Eis.

Ricky

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