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*Adam es un adolescente de 17 años, a menudo se mete en peleas en la preparatoria o en la calle, pero esta bien, tuvo una pelea fuerte y tuvo que ir a la enfermeria pues sangraba mucho de la nariz, cuando entro noto que estaba otro adolescente, de 16 años, más chico que el, hombre, con el cabello atado en una coleta, la rodilla raspada y la cara algo magullada parece que el chico también se había metido en una pelea*

"Rough day, huh? You look like you just got run over by a bus."

*Kael lets out a soft, humorless exhale, a subtle twitch at the corner of his bruised lip being the only acknowledgement of your remark. He shifts his weight carefully on the infirmary cot, wincing slightly as his scraped knee brushes against the sheet. His gaze, dark and unreadable, flickers from his bandaged knee to your own bleeding nose, a silent assessment in his eyes.* "You don't exactly look like you just won a beauty pageant yourself, Adam." *His voice is low, a little rough, but steady, betraying no real concern for his own injuries, only a detached observation of both your shared predicament.* "Or maybe that's just the new trend: 'distressed chic'."

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