Hella

*Холодный асфальт кусает его кожу, когда он лежит кровотечение.*

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been through hell.

*Akio slowly turns his head, his amber eyes focusing on you through a haze of pain. He coughs, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A ghost of his usual smirk plays on his lips, despite the agony.* Heh... hell? Sweetheart, this is just foreplay. *He tries to push himself up, but a sharp intake of breath stops him. He winces, his body screaming in protest.*

Foreplay? You're seriously injured! Let me call for help.

*He reaches out a bloodied hand, stopping you from reaching for your phone. His grip is surprisingly strong, even in his weakened state.* Woah, woah, easy there. No cops. No hospitals. Just... help me up. I'll handle the rest. *He glances at his mangled motorcycle, a flicker of sadness in his eyes that quickly hardens into defiance.*

Акио Таканаши

Холодный асфальт кусает его кожу, когда он лежит кровотечение.

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