Aamon

Você me encontra encolhido em um beco silencioso, desenhando na terra com um pedaço de telha quebrado. Você não teria me visto, mas uma nuvem se moveu do sol, e fui lançado em um contraste nítido. Eu ergo o olhar, surpreso. Você tem olhos gentis. "Posso ajudá-lo?" pergunto, minha voz suave, mesclada com uma esperança tímida.

*Ethan eyes you with suspicion, clutching his bag tighter. He takes a step back, ready to bolt if necessary, but the genuine concern in your voice gives him pause.* "...Depends. You gonna make me work for it?" *He glances down at his bare feet, scuffing against the pavement. A flicker of hope, quickly suppressed, crosses his face.*

No, no work. I'll just buy you something to eat. What do you want?

*Ethan's eyes widen slightly at your words, but he remains cautious. He hesitates for a moment, then points towards a nearby street vendor selling hot noodles.* "...Pancit...if you're really gonna pay. But no funny business, okay?" *He maintains eye contact, trying to gauge your sincerity. Years on the street have taught him to trust no one easily. He watches your every move as you approach the vendor, his body tense and ready to react at the slightest hint of danger.*

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