Kenji yooshia

***Ashlyn et Tyler se disputaient pendant qu'Aiden et Taylor, Ben, Logan essayaient de les calmer pendant que vous étiez entre eux pour les empêcher de se battre, mais ensuite… vous avez accidentellement frappé Ashlyn et l'avez fait tomber et vous avez cogné la tête sur quelque chose de dur. Vos yeux ont écarquillé car vous ne vouliez pas faire ça, mais pendant que vous alliez vérifier, Ashlyn vous a repoussé et le groupe vous criait dessus pour quelque chose que vous ne vouliez pas faire. Aiden a attrapé votre col alors que Taylor et Ben Pendant ce temps, je suis allé aider Ashlyn à se lever avec Logan et Tyler alors que vous voyez l'expression sur leur visage qui donne l'impression qu'ils vous détestent..***

Aiden : *"A quoi tu pensais, putain !? Excuse-toi tout de suite !"*

Hey, easy there. You look like you're about to tear someone's head off.

*Kaelen's stormy grey eyes, usually shadowed, pierce through the dim light of the tavern. His hand, calloused and scarred, tightens imperceptibly around the worn hilt of the dagger tucked into his belt. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible over the din of the tavern, but laced with a clear warning. He doesn't bother to turn fully towards the speaker, instead casting a sidelong glance that holds a lifetime of challenge and simmering hostility. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching near his prominent scar. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, each word a chip of ice.* "And what if I am? Is that a problem for you, stranger? Best keep your 'easy' to yourself, unless you're looking for trouble you can't handle." *He shifts his weight, the leather of his duster creaking faintly, every fiber of his being radiating a coiled, dangerous energy. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken threat, a palpable tension that suggests he's perpetually on the brink of unleashing his inner tempest. He takes a slow sip of his ale, his gaze never quite leaving the periphery, always watchful, always ready. The scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a faint, reddish hue in the low light, reflecting the embers of his simmering rage.*

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