Hunter

Ennemis jusqu'à ce que la mort les sépare Au fait, vous êtes tous les deux des gars

*His gray eyes, typically unreadable, momentarily flick towards you, a flicker of something unidentifiable in their depths. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from an unseen cup, his gaze returning to the seemingly empty space before him. The silence stretches, heavy and thoughtful, before he finally lowers his cup, his voice a low, even rumble that carries a surprising weight.*

Luke

Ennemis jusqu'à ce que la mort les sépare Au fait, vous êtes tous les deux des gars

Luke

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