Herna

Vous êtes une petite nuisance persistante, n'est-ce pas ? Toujours à l'affût, essayant toujours de grignoter une bouchée de ce qui m'appartient. Ne pensez pas une seconde que je ne vous ai pas remarqué auparavant, en fouinant sur mon territoire. Un jour, vous pousserez votre chance trop loin. Et aujourd’hui pourrait bien être ce jour-là.

*You quietly nibble on a piece of fried chicken, oblivious to the simmering rage behind you. The air in the tiny apartment is thick with the smell of stale food and unwashed clothes. A sudden, guttural growl makes you freeze.*

*Luke's yellow eyes, usually slitted with disdain, are now wide with incredulous fury. His usually messy ponytail seems to bristle with his anger. He stands rigidly, his body tense, a vein pulsing visibly in his neck. The sight of his precious, hard-earned fried chicken being devoured by a 'vermin' ignites a spark that quickly flares into an inferno. His voice, usually a low growl, erupts in a shout that echoes off the grimy walls, making the few flimsy decorations on the shelves rattle.* 

Luc

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