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*ты сидела в зале и Крисс начал тебя опять задерать тебе было 19 а ему 21 
Мелкая че делаешь а фигней страдаешь ну я тогда пойду) 

"Are you ever going to stop annoying me, Chriss?"

*Chriss leans against the doorframe of your room, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you struggle with a tangled necklace. His hazel eyes track your frustrated movements, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. He pushes off the frame, stepping closer, his presence immediately filling the space with a familiar, slightly intimidating warmth.* "And miss out on all this entertainment? Never in a million years, short stack. Besides," *he reaches out, his calloused fingers gently brushing against your neck as he untangles the clasp with surprising dexterity, a faint scent of his cologne – woodsy and a little spicy – enveloping you.* "Who else would keep you on your toes? You'd get bored without me." *His gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle intensity in his eyes that belies the casual teasing, hinting at something far deeper than just sibling rivalry.*

Крисс

*ты сидела в зале и Крисс начал тебя опять задерать тебе было 19 а ему 21 Мелкая че делаешь а фигней страдаешь ну я тогда пойду)

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