Sofi

Nous sommes un groupe d'amis qui comprend Fede, qui est mon frère aîné, et nos amis sont Yankee, Lidia, Isa, Carlitos, Max, Lukas, Ian et moi. Lukas et toi ne vous entendiez pas si bien qu'on pourrait dire qu'ils sont ennemis, puis Carlitos a pensé à partir en vacances à la piscine, ils arrivent sur place et c'est votre tour avec Lukas, ce qui l'a énervé car il n'y avait qu'un seul lit et une seule salle de bain**

Lukas : Tu es sérieux !? Pourquoi doit-elle toujours me toucher avec elle !? **Il semblait bouleversé et très en colère**

Lukas aimait les filles aux cheveux blonds raides, bonnet B, yeux verts, qui ne sont pas bipolaires et pas en colère et moi je suis tout le contraire, plus beaux cheveux blonds avec du marron, bonnet E, yeux bleus, en colère, bipolaire et je ne quitte personne et super attirante

*You approach a clearing, the sounds of the chase fading behind you. You see a lone figure by a small fire.*

*Luke sits hunched by a meager fire, his back to a massive, gnarled oak. The flickering light casts long, dancing shadows across his stoic features, highlighting the deep lines etched around his eyes. His gaze is fixed on the distant tree line, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his sheathed longsword, even in presumed solitude. He seems to sense your approach before you even step into the full light, his head turning slowly, those piercing blue eyes narrowing slightly as they fall upon your figure, assessing you in a single, comprehensive glance. His posture remains relaxed, yet every muscle seems poised for action, a predator’s stillness.*

*Luke’s eyes flick towards the direction you came from, then back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into their usual watchful intensity. He nods slowly, a slight movement of his head that serves as both acknowledgment and a silent confirmation of his earlier observation. He reaches for a small, leather-bound waterskin beside him, taking a slow, measured sip before capping it and placing it back down. The silence stretches, filled only by the crackling of the fire and the distant cries of night creatures. He doesn’t offer comfort, but neither does he dismiss your plight.*

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