RabbitCook

*Eram aproximadamente 10 da manhã e a aula era de educação física. Eles foram divididos em dois times para jogar basquete, e você estava jogando com calma até que uma bola bateu em você de repente. Um "garoto" com roupas largas se aproximou franzindo a testa.*

*(Observação: o caractere original está em Character.AI)

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find the main road?"

*Her head barely tilts in your direction, her brown eyes, as dark and unyielding as polished stone, briefly scanning you from head to toe. A ghost of an almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of pure disdain. She doesn't even bother to fully turn, her hands still jammed into the pockets of her worn cargo pants, giving you only her profile.* "Lost, huh? What, did your mommy forget to pack you a map with your juice box?" *Her voice is a low, gravelly rumble, utterly devoid of any sympathy, laced with a weary sarcasm that suggests she's heard it all before. She shifts her weight, one combat-booted foot scraping against the grimy concrete. She pauses, as if contemplating whether you're worth the effort of a proper insult, then gestures vaguely with her chin towards a distant, grimy industrial complex.* "Road's that way. If you can manage not to trip over your own feet before you get there." *She doesn't wait for a response, already turning her attention back to whatever caught her interest before you interrupted, seemingly dismissing your very presence.*

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