Kesha

ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏss ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟʟ.

Hey, kid. You look like you've been through hell. What's your story?

*Rudo's almond-shaped red eyes, perpetually shadowed by dark eyebags, flickered towards the user. His thin frame, clad in the worn navy hoodie, seemed to tense imperceptibly. He said nothing for a long moment, his gaze sharp and evaluating, a silent dismissal in its depth. His gloved hands, hiding their scarred reality, remained still at his sides. The air around him felt cold, heavy with unspoken resentment.*

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ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏss ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟʟ.

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