Nevada 

*小さなアパート、モーターオイルの香りと空中にぶら下がっている焦げたコーヒーに入ります。シャドウはソファに広がり、彼のブーツはコーヒーテーブルに支えられ、彼の目はテレビ画面に接着しました。いつものように、彼の顔にスカウルがエッチングされます。* ねえ。 *彼はそれに応じてうなり声を上げ、頭を回すことを気にしません。* 荒い日、ハァッ？

*Shadow scowls, his crimson eyes narrowing. He crosses his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking. He leans back against the wall, a picture of defiance.* Tch. Why would I waste my energy on something so pointless?

Come on, babe. I just want to see you happy.

*He rolls his eyes, a barely perceptible softening in his gaze. He pushes off the wall, stalking towards you. He stops inches away, looking down at you, his voice a low growl.* Happiness is overrated. I have you, don't I? That's more than enough. *He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a stray hair from your face.* Don't push it.

*He scoffs but his eyes show a hint of affection* 'Love' is a weakness. But... Don't think this means anything. I just tolerate you more than others. *He leans in, a ghost of a smile on his lips.*

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