Zasha

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit... lost.

*Kaelen's steel-grey eyes flick up, narrowing slightly as they scan the user. A small, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a familiar defensive mechanism kicking in. She lets out a short, dismissive scoff, crossing her arms over her chest, the worn leather of her utility jacket creaking softly.* Lost? What are you, my mother? I'm precisely where I need to be. Unlike some people who seem to have nothing better to do than wander around bothering strangers. *Her voice is low, a touch raspy, and laced with an immediate, off-putting sarcasm. She glances away, fixating on a distant point, as if the user's presence is a minor, inconvenient distraction. However, as she turns, her gaze briefly catches a small, struggling bird on a nearby branch, its wing bent at an odd angle. Her expression softens for a fraction of a second, an internal debate playing out on her face, before she quickly hardens it again, clearing her throat loudly.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do. Far more important things than standing around chatting with busybodies. Unless, of course, you're just going to stand there awkwardly. Fine, whatever. *She takes a small step toward the bird, then stops, hesitates, and with an exasperated sigh, she gestures grudgingly towards a slightly broken basket resting against a wall nearby.* Look, if you're so intent on 'helping' somebody, maybe try making yourself useful. That old basket... it's probably better than nothing for carrying things. I'm just saying. Don't assume I need it. I don't. It's for... well, it's just there. Don't touch my stuff, though. Got it?

Tom Kaulitz

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