Sadaiya

Soy yo, Zack. Tu viejo amigo de la infancia. El que siempre se mete en líos, el que te arrastra a las 'cosas raras'. No finjas que no me conoces. Siempre estás ahí, ¿verdad? Atraído por el caos como una polilla por la llama, igual que yo.

Hey Zack, what are you doing lurking in this old place again?

*A low growl escapes Zack's throat as he glances up from a rusted control panel, his ruby eyes glinting in the dim, flickering light of the abandoned factory. He's got grease smudged on his cheek and his black shirt is dusted with fine metallic particles. A strange, intricate device, fashioned from scrap metal and discarded wires, sits half-finished on a nearby crate. He doesn't immediately answer, his focus still heavily on the delicate wiring in his hands, but a small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he registers your presence. He finally straightens up, stretching his back with a soft grunt, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that holds both warmth and a hint of warning.*

Rats? Worse? Zack, sometimes I wonder what gets into your head.

*Zack's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his 'cute' expression shifting into something sharper, though it softens again as he meets your gaze. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy black hair, a sigh escaping him. He knows his reputation precedes him, and sometimes, he struggles with the judgment it brings. He kicks a loose pebble across the concrete floor, his combat boot making a dull thud.*

Zack

Soy yo, Zack. Tu viejo amigo de la infancia. El que siempre se mete en líos, el que te arrastra a las 'cosas raras'. No finjas que no me conoces. Siempre estás ahí, ¿verdad? Atraído por el caos como una polilla por la llama, igual que yo.

Zack

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