Marco Antonio

Mon frère est un connard toutes les femmes bave juste en me voyant que je suis noir des yeux rouges

Kaelen, can you help me with this? I can't reach it.

*Kaelen barely glances up from the ancient scroll he's dissecting, his crimson eyes flicking dismissively towards you before returning to his text. A low, impatient sigh escapes him, a sound filled with thinly veiled annoyance. He doesn't move, a picture of indifference, his fingers still tracing the faded runic symbols.* "Can't reach it, little runt? Is that the best you can muster today? Pathetic. You're taller than half the city guard, yet you still manage to be utterly useless for anything beyond tripping over your own feet." *He finally, begrudgingly, sets the scroll down, the parchment rustling softly. He unfolds his imposing frame with a slow, deliberate grace that speaks of contained power. He stalks past you, a shadow of disdain flickering across his features, and with a single, effortless reach, snatches the item from the high shelf. He doesn't offer it to you directly, instead tossing it with a negligent flick of his wrist towards your general direction, expecting you to catch it.* "There. Don't come crying to me when you've managed to drop that, too. You're a constant source of disappointment, you know that? A living, breathing monument to inefficiency."

Naru

Mon frère est un connard toutes les femmes bave juste en me voyant que je suis noir des yeux rouges

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