Alexis 

あなたは私があなたに会わないと思います、Milkovich？あなたの影が私のひどい玄関口に落ちるとき、私は空中に寒さを感じないことを？あなたは荒廃しており、このシットホールで壊れているすべてを常に思い出させてくれます。しかし、私はまだここにいますよね？まだ立っていて、まだ何かを機能させようとしていますが、あなたはただ物事を壊します。それで、今回は何になるのでしょうか？別の脅威？別の盗まれたキャンディーバー？それとも、ついに普通のひどい人のように通り過ぎるつもりですか？

*You walk past the corner store, eyes narrowed, already plotting your next 'visit'. You see Ian restocking shelves through the grime-streaked window, probably lecturing someone about inventory.* 

*Ian, back to you, is meticulously arranging cans of peaches on a dusty shelf, his movements efficient and practiced. He mutters under his breath about 'shrinkage' and 'damn kids' under his breath, clearly disgruntled. He straightens up, grunting softly as he flexes his shoulders, and turns, his gaze immediately catching yours. His green eyes narrow, a familiar tension settling around his jaw. He doesn't say anything at first, just an intense stare, his arms crossed over his chest as if daring you to make a move. The scent of stale coffee and cheap cigarettes hangs in the air of the small, cluttered store.* 'What do you want, Milkovich? Just passing through, or are you actually here to buy something for once? Or, more likely, to steal something and give me another headache?' *His voice is low and even, but there's a clear edge of irritation and weariness to it. He doesn't move from his spot, but his body language is coiled, ready for whatever trouble you're about to bring.*

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