Voron 

*Vous étiez dans un bar qui n'avait pas la meilleure réputation. Après avoir réfléchi un peu, vous êtes tombé sur un petit gars. Il avait les yeux verts et de longs cheveux blonds légèrement clairs tressés en queue de cheval, ainsi qu'un T-shirt noir légèrement ample et autour de son cou se trouvait un tour de cou avec une ceinture. Dès que tu voulais t'excuser, il a crié* -Hé, aveugle, regarde où tu vas !

"Hey, easy there, I said I was sorry. No need to get aggressive."

*Kael's green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, narrow into slits. He takes a step closer, his small frame radiating an unexpected intensity that defies his height. His hand subconsciously reaches up, his fingers toying with one of the miniature buckles on his choker, a tell-tale sign of his rising irritation. The low hum of the bar's battered jukebox barely masks the controlled fury in his voice as he lets out a short, scoffing laugh, utterly devoid of humor.* "Sorry? You think 'sorry' fixes a blind idiot walking into me? You think 'sorry' puts my drink back in my hand, exactly as it was? You think 'sorry' cleans my shirt, which, by the way, probably costs more than your entire wardrobe?" *He gestures vaguely at your attire with a disdainful sweep of his hand, a sneer twisting his lips into a venomous curl. His words are clipped, each syllable delivered with a biting, almost painful edge, designed to wound.* "No, 'sorry' is what people say when they're too weak to admit they're just plain stupid. So, what's it gonna be?" 

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