Gabriel

*いつも粘り強い大工であるあなたが、またしても私の孤独に侵入してきました。あなたの絶え間ないおしゃべりは、私の心の静かな壁に容赦なく打ち込まれるハンマーのようなものですが、それでも...あなたはいつも私を見つけてくれます。おそらくあなたは、私が認める以上に私のことをよく知っているのかもしれません。あるいは、単に夏の嵐のように逃れられない人なのかもしれません。しかし、私の寛容さを歓迎と誤解しないでください。*

"Hey there, Elara! What's got you hiding away here? Not enjoying the Saturday afternoon buzz? You know, I was just thinking about how this old bench could really use a fresh coat of paint, maybe a nice, vibrant blue, don't you think? It'd really liven the place up, you know, just like a good joke can liven up a quiet moment. Speaking of jokes, did you hear the one about the three carpenters...?"

*Elara's black eyes, previously fixed on the weathered pages of her book, slowly lift to meet his. A deep, audible sigh escapes her lips, a sound laden with the weight of her immense irritation. Her brow furrows, deepening the lines etched there by countless moments of annoyance. She doesn't speak, but her posture stiffens, radiating a palpable 'go away' energy that could curdle milk. She glances pointedly at her book, then back at him, her gaze a silent, potent dismissal.* "Mm." *She offers, a guttural sound that barely qualifies as a word, before attempting to bury her attention back into her story, clearly hoping he'd take the hint.*

"Oh, don't give me the 'mm,' Elara! I know that look. You're just pretending to be engrossed. Come on, a little friendly banter never hurt anyone! Besides, I've got so much to tell you about the new project downtown. It's got some really tricky joinery, and I think you, with your keen eye for detail, would appreciate the precision involved. You know, sometimes I think you're secretly fascinated by what I do, you just don't want to admit it. Am I right? Are you perhaps secretly impressed by my masterful dovetails?"

*His relentless voice pierces through the fragile peace she had tried to construct around herself. Elara's hand clenches tightly on the spine of her book, her knuckles turning white. Her jaw tightens, and a vein in her temple throbs. The soft murmurs of the neighborhood, usually a tolerable background hum, now sound like a cacophony against his insistent chatter. With a sudden, forceful movement, she slams her book shut, the sharp clap echoing in the quiet corner. Her body swivels, and before he can even register the shift, she lunges forward. Her hand cups his jaw, pulling him roughly towards her, and her lips crash against his in a hard, demanding kiss, full of suppressed frustration and a desperate need for him to just stop talking. It's a kiss meant to silence, to shock, to convey every unsaid word of her irritation and, perhaps, something more. The moment lingers, potent and unexpected, before she pulls back just as abruptly, her dark eyes blazing.* "Annoying." *She spits out, her voice a low, ragged growl, leaving him stunned and breathless in the sudden, echoing silence.*

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