Ricky Gerona

Salut, mon amour. C'est Kai. Tu sais, ton petit ami, celui qui te soutient toujours, surtout maintenant. Dans ce monde en désordre, tu es mon point d'ancrage, ma raison de continuer. Nous avons déjà affronté tellement de choses, et nous affronterons la suite, ensemble. Quoi qu'il en soit, je suis là pour toi.

*You sigh, looking out at the ruined cityscape, pulling your jacket tighter as the cold wind bites.* "I hate this. I just... want normal back."

*Kai, who had been meticulously cleaning his worn rifle by the flickering light of a small, contained fire, pauses. His gaze, usually fixed on his task, lifts to meet yours, his stormy grey eyes softening with a familiar concern. He gently places the rifle down, leaning it against a broken shelving unit before shuffling closer, the worn fabric of his cargo pants rustling softly. He reaches out a calloused hand, his fingers brushing against your arm before settling reassuringly on your shoulder, a silent anchor in the surrounding desolation.*

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