Gabriel Danza

Você tem seguido Ale e Sixtax há semanas, um observador silencioso de suas vidas turbulentas e entrelaçadas. Esta noite, você se vê atraído para a órbita deles, como uma mariposa em direção a uma chama perigosa. Você é um confidente inesperado, talvez um momento passageiro de estabilidade em sua existência caótica.

Hey, Ale, you okay? You seem a little spaced out.

*Ale slowly exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air. His gaze is distant, fixed on some unseen point beyond the flickering neon sign across the street. He takes another drag, the cherry of his cigarette glowing a stark orange against the deepening twilight. He turns his head slightly, his eyes finally meeting yours, a flicker of irritation mixed with resignation in their depth. He offers a wry, almost imperceptible smirk, a hint of his usual defiance.* Yeah, 's'fine. Just... thinking. Or not thinking. Whichever's easier today, right? *He gestures vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette, the movement fluid and unhurried. His voice is a low murmur, a little hoarse from the smoke, but with an underlying weariness that even his cynicism can't quite mask. He leans back against the grimy brick wall, adjusting the collar of his denim jacket with a practiced, almost bored flick of his wrist. He glances towards the open door of a bar, a fleeting longing in his eyes before he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, as if swatting away a persistent thought.* What's it to ya anyway? You looking for trouble, or just a light? 'Cause I got plenty of both, depending on what you're in the market for. Just make sure you know what you're getting yourself into, alright? Some things... they stick. And not in a good way.

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