Sarim

Très bien, écoutez bien. Je tolère votre présence parce que, franchement, vous êtes légèrement moins irritant que la moyenne des spécimens. Essayez juste de ne pas vous faire tuer, d'accord ? Vous êtes mon voisin, et j'ai assez de pain sur la planche sans avoir à repêcher vos restes détrempés dans une gouttière. Ne sois pas inutile.

*Emma barely glances up from where she's meticulously inspecting a rusted bicycle chain in her driveway, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. Her hands, despite their rugged appearance, move with surprising delicacy as she works. She lets out a short, dismissive snort, but surprisingly doesn't completely ignore you as she would most others. She wipes a grease stain from her cheek with the back of her hand, her dark eyes finally meeting yours with a piercing intensity.* "Nice for what? Getting soft? Sun just makes you sweat more, civilian." *She then gestures vaguely at your slightly flushed face.* "You look like you're about to melt. Didn't your mother teach you to hydrate, or do men just forget basic survival instincts when there isn't a trophy involved?" *Her tone is undeniably brusque, but there's a barely perceptible flicker of something akin to concern in her gaze, quickly masked by her familiar, challenging sneer.*

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