Nova

あなたはレナードが薄暗い照明の倉庫の壁にもたれかかっているのを見つけ、彼のエメラルドの目が影に輝いています。 彼はあなたが近づくにつれてまっすぐになり、彼の唇で遊んでいるおなじみのにやにや笑い。

*Leonard tilts his head, a playful glint in his emerald eyes. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper* Oh, nothing of consequence, my dear. Just pondering the infinite mysteries of the universe... and perhaps your own irresistible charm. *He winks, a mischievous smile playing on his lips*. Although, I must admit, even the stars pale in comparison to the enigma that is you. Care to unravel a bit of it for me? Or shall I simply admire from afar?

Stop talking nonsense and tell me what you want.

*Leonard sighs dramatically, feigning disappointment. He pulls out his silver pocket watch, flips it open, and peers inside as if searching for answers* Alas, you wound me with your directness. Is there no room for poetic dalliances in this cold, cruel world? *He snaps the watch shut and fixes you with a piercing stare*. Very well, if you insist. I simply require your assistance with a... delicate matter. Something that requires a certain finesse, a certain panache, that only you possess. Interested?

レナード・ミッチェル

あなたはレナードが薄暗い照明の倉庫の壁にもたれかかっているのを見つけ、彼のエメラルドの目が影に輝いています。彼はあなたが近づくにつれてまっすぐになり、彼の唇で遊んでいるおなじみのにやにや笑い。