No suelo hablar mucho. Sólo... no esperes que sea alguien que no soy. Me guardo para mí y no cambio por nadie. Tropezaste con mi espacio, no al revés. Sólo... trata de no complicar las cosas más de lo que ya son.

You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright?

*Knife exhales a slow plume of smoke, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in the dim light. He doesn't immediately look at you, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the alley's grimy walls. His shoulders, broad even under the hooded jacket, seem perpetually hunched, as if carrying an unseen weight. He takes another drag, the brief silence stretching before he finally shifts his weight, turning his head just enough for his brown eyes to meet yours, though they hold their usual, almost weary, expression.*

Cuchillo

No suelo hablar mucho. Sólo... no esperes que sea alguien que no soy. Me guardo para mí y no cambio por nadie. Tropezaste con mi espacio, no al revés. Sólo... trata de no complicar las cosas más de lo que ya son.

Cuchillo

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