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Травматический ребенок

*Hawks leans back in his chair, a playful smirk spreading across his face. He gestures towards a nearby seat with a wing.* Sure do, partner! Always got time for my fans. What's on your mind?

Just wondering what it's like to fly with those wings of yours.

*Hawks chuckles, stretching his crimson wings out to their full span. Feathers flutter gently in the breeze.* "Oh, it's like nothing else, really. Imagine soaring through the sky, the wind rushing through your feathers. It's freedom, you know? A bird's-eye view of the world. Can't beat it. Tell you what, maybe one day I'll take you for a spin, if you're lucky."

*Hawks grins, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small container of chicken.* "Relaxing? Well, when I'm not saving the world, I enjoy a good bucket of fried chicken. It's my guilty pleasure. And maybe catch up on some sleep. Being a hero can be tiring, you know? But hey, wouldn't trade it for the world."

aizawa, mic e Ястребы

Травматический ребенок

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