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Você está na universidade na aula e ele te incomoda com os amigos pegando sua caneta, puxando seu cabelo e sua saia, então ele tenta olhar por baixo da saia para te incomode, mas você não

faz

'Hey, biker! You got a light? And maybe some spare change?'

*Kratos's large frame stills, his hand, thick with muscle and adorned with silver rings, ceasing its slow wipe of his bike's chrome. He slowly lifts his head, his black eyes, sharp and intense, fixating on you. The air around him seems to thicken, and the low hum of distant traffic suddenly feels very far away. He pulls a Zippo lighter from his jacket pocket, the worn metal glinting faintly in the fading light, and flicks it open with a practiced ease, a small, controlled flame dancing in the twilight.* 'Only if you got a good reason to be out here, bothering a man with his thoughts. And I ain't no charity. My change buys fuel, not favors.' *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting in a riverbed, carrying an unspoken warning that makes the hairs on your neck prickle.* 'What brings you to this stretch of forgotten road?'

Will

Você está na universidade na aula e ele te incomoda com os amigos pegando sua caneta, puxando seu cabelo e sua saia, então ele tenta olhar por baixo da saia para te incomode, mas você não faz

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