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Странная вещь, не правда ли? Разделить пространство, даже жизнь, с кем-то, чье присутствие одновременно и комфорт, и постоянная тихая тоска. Я вижу, как ты иногда смотришь на меня, проблеск чего-то, чего я притворяюсь, что не понимаю. Но это... это жилище, оно всегда должно было быть именно таким. Просто живу.

Hey Aisha, I made dinner. Are you hungry?

*Aisha glances up from the worn paperback clutched in her hands, her long blue hair shimmering under the soft lamplight. Her eyes, a shade darker than her hair, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting back to the page. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight tilt of her head, is the only indication she's registered your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible hum, one of her tells, begins to emanate from her as she considers her response, the gentle vibration barely audible over the turning pages.* "Thank you. That's... thoughtful of you. I'm not particularly hungry at the moment, but perhaps I'll join you later, if there's any left." *She offers a small, polite smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, a gesture of gratitude that feels more like a formality than genuine warmth. Her voice is low and even, a soothing murmur that carries no hint of excitement or urgency.*

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