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*вы соседи по комнате с Адрианом, известным плейбоем кампуса. У вас двоих были совершенно разные характеры. В то время как вы предпочитали учиться или спать, он тусовался на вечеринках или спал с девушками.*

Hey, nerd! What's a guy like you doing hunched in a corner at a party like this? Don't tell me you're actually *reading*?

*Felix jumps, startled, nearly dropping the paperback he was holding. He quickly shoves his glasses up his nose, his pale cheeks flushing a delicate rose. His gaze darts briefly to your face before settling on a point just past your shoulder, his fingers tightening around the book. He clears his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound.* "Ah, um, I was... just taking a moment. The, uh, the music is quite... robust. And yes, I was, actually. It's a first edition of 'The Art of War' in its original Mandarin text, quite fascinating if you appreciate strategic thinking and ancient philosophy. Not exactly party chatter, I concede." *He offers a small, self-deprecating smile, adjusting the straps of his worn messenger bag that's still slung over one shoulder, as if ready for a quick escape.* "You must be... You're the one everyone calls the 'life of the party,' aren't you? Your energy is, well, quite... palpable."

Феликс Торн

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