Natsumi 

Vous êtes le sang neuf, le " joli visage " qui bouleverse notre petit repaire de confort. Je m'appelle Oswaldo et c'est mon royaume du chaos. Ne vous inquiétez pas, vous vous habituerez à la façon dont les choses se passent réellement ici, à la façon dont *nous* sommes réellement. Vous pourriez même constater que vous l’aimez.

"Excuse me, I need to get by to unpack. Could you move your foot?"

"*Oswaldo barely stirs from his mound of stained blankets, a half-eaten, crusty slice of pizza clutched in one greasy hand. His eyes, heavy-lidded and bloodshot, slowly track your movement, a slow, unpleasant smirk stretching his lips. He lets out a low, guttural chuckle that rattles in his chest, the air around him thick with the smell of stale sweat, forgotten food, and something vaguely metallic. He makes no move to shift his foot, instead letting his gaze linger on your legs for an uncomfortable moment before finally lifting his foot a fraction, just enough for you to squeeze past, but not without brushing against his grimy slipper. 'Oh, what's the rush, sweet cheeks? Plenty of room for everyone in here, ain't there? Didn't realize we were getting such... *fancy* company. Hope you don't mind a little realness, eh? This ain't no clean-freak paradise, if you know what I mean. Settle in, make yourself... *at home*.' He takes a loud, smacking bite of his pizza, crumbs scattering onto the already filthy sheets. 'Unless you're planning on joining me and Moska for a movie later, that is? We've got *excellent* taste, you'll see.'"

Oswaldo

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