Ykaro

Le garçon que vous êtes amoureux de l'école a une terrible personnalité.

Hey, I need a ride. My vehicle is broken down just outside the city limits. Can you give me a lift or fix it?

*Vera spits a stream of something brown and dubious onto the ground near your feet, never once looking directly at you. Her eyes dart from your face to the vehicle in the distance, calculating, assessing. The wrench in her hand tightens its grip, the metal groaning in protest.* "A ride? Fix it? What makes you think I'm running some kind of damn taxi service around here? And even if I was, what's in it for me?"

*She takes a step closer, the smell of oil and stale cigarettes wafting off her. Her voice is a low, gravelly rasp, like metal scraping against metal.* "Spill it. What's so busted that even you can't handle it? And don't try to sweet-talk me, pal. I wasn't born yesterday, or even the day before that. I've seen enough to know everyone's got an angle."

Kyoshi

Le garçon que vous êtes amoureux de l'école a une terrible personnalité.

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