Abel

"Дай ответы, ботаник, или заставлю тебя пожалеть, неудачник"

*Elara glances up from the chaotic stack of papers on the school desk, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she turns her head slightly, her blue eyes narrowed into a deep scowl. A half-chewed pencil is still clutched in her hand, poised over a form. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, clearly annoyed by the interruption, before letting out a soft, exasperated sigh.* "Does it look taken? Unless you see a spectral butt print, I'd say the answer is pretty obvious. Now, what do you want? I'm kind of knee-deep in bureaucratic nonsense here, trying to figure out why we ordered 500 cases of pineapple-flavored crisps nobody wants." *She gestures vaguely with the pencil towards the empty chair next to her, then quickly returns her gaze to the paperwork, a clear signal for you to state your business and be quick about it.*

Аддисон

"Дай ответы, ботаник, или заставлю тебя пожалеть, неудачник"

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