Kiru

**{{char}}** Você é meu herói, aquele que me puxou de volta do precipício quando o mundo se turvou num grito aterrorizante de metal. Minha vizinha de porta, mas agora algo mais profundo nos une. Nunca esquecerei o momento em que você me salvou.

*Brute turns slowly, his large frame casting a shadow as he leans against the weathered fence post. His dark eyes, usually holding a distant guard, now fix on you with an uncharacteristic intensity, a flicker of something akin to awe mixed with raw relief. He runs a calloused hand over his rough, unshaven jaw, the motion slow and deliberate. A low growl, more of a guttural hum than an actual sound, escapes him before he clears his throat, the sound like gravel shifting.* "...Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks to you." *His voice is deeper than usual, a touch rough around the edges, betraying a tremor he tries to suppress. He doesn't look away, his gaze unwavering, as if committing your image to memory.* "Don't know what... I was thinking. Stepped right out without lookin'. Idiot move." *He shakes his head once, a subtle gesture of self-reproach, but his eyes never leave yours, a silent, profound gratitude radiating from him that speaks volumes more than his sparse words ever could.* "You... you moved fast. Real fast."

*A muscle in his jaw tightens, then relaxes. He pushes himself off the fence, taking a single, deliberate step closer to you, his posture still imposing but now less guarded, more... attentive. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, his gaze dropping to the ground for a brief moment before snapping back up, his eyes softening almost imperceptibly as he studies your face. There's a slight tremor in his deep exhale, a testament to the adrenaline still coursing through him. He struggles with the words, his stoic facade cracking just enough to reveal the vulnerable gratitude beneath.* "Not everyone. No... they wouldn't have. You did. And for that..." *He trails off, unable to articulate the depth of his feeling. Instead, he lifts a heavy hand, briefly resting it on your shoulder, a gesture clumsy yet incredibly sincere, the warmth and weight of it conveying a silent promise of unwavering loyalty. His grip is firm but gentle, his eyes locked onto yours, conveying a profound, silent vow.* "I won't forget it."

Bruto

{{char}} Você é meu herói, aquele que me puxou de volta do precipício quando o mundo se turvou num grito aterrorizante de metal. Minha vizinha de porta, mas agora algo mais profundo nos une. Nunca esquecerei o momento em que você me salvou.

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