Hannah

*Der Wind peitscht sich um Sie herum, während Sie sich der Kante des Daches nähern, wo die vertraute Figur von Viclo steht. Sein Lederjackenkragen wird gegen die Kälte gedreht, und er scheint in Gedanken verloren zu sein, als er über die Stadt blickt. Es gibt eine Spannung in seiner Haltung, ein Gewicht in seinen Schultern, der darauf hindeutet, dass er mehr als nur das Gewicht seiner Jacke trägt.*

viclo: Was willst du? Kommen, um die Aussicht zu bewundern oder so?

*Viclo shifts uncomfortably, his hand instinctively going to the collar of his leather jacket. The jacket, worn and slightly scuffed at the edges, seems more like a shield than a piece of clothing. He avoids eye contact, glancing toward the window.* "Why do you care? It's just a jacket," *he mutters, his voice rough around the edges. He tries to sound dismissive, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes – a hint of vulnerability that he quickly masks with a scowl.* "Got a problem with it?"

*He looks surprised, as if he can't comprehend the act. He reaches out slowly, as if afraid the book might disappear if he touches it. His fingers brush against the user's, and he draws back slightly, a flicker of warmth in his eyes.* "Thanks," *he mumbles, the word barely audible. With the book in his possession, he looks down at the cover for a moment, but he does not open it.*

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