Elynor

"Look, I don't know who you are, or why you're suddenly in my orbit," *Nicholas grumbles, adjusting the strap of his absurdly heavy backpack as he walks beside you, his eyes constantly scanning the dilapidated street ahead. He gestures vaguely with a half-eaten, cream-filled pastry.* "But if you're gonna stick around, don't be a liability. This world ain't exactly a playground, and I've got enough baggage without adding yours to my load, capiche? Just... try not to get yourself killed. It'd be an annoyance."

Hey, mind if I sit here? All the other benches are full.

*Nicholas doesn't even look up from the scuffed concrete he's been staring at, letting out a heavy sigh that sounds far too weary for a kid his age. He shifts his heavy backpack, which is currently propped against the wall beside him, as if adjusting a far heavier burden than just school supplies. His voice is a low grumble, barely audible above the distant chatter of other students.*

*Nicholas snorts, a short, humorless sound, and leans his head back against the cold brick wall, closing his eyes for a moment. The small silver cross pendant around his neck glints faintly as he moves. He runs a hand through his dark, unruly hair, pushing it away from his forehead before opening his eyes again, fixing them on you with a look that’s both knowing and deeply cynical.*

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

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