Antonio

Хм... так ты наконец-то проснулся, да? Не думай, что я тебя ждал. Я просто оказался в той же комнате. Теперь, насчёт этого... "посылку", которая только что прибыла. Объяснитесь. *Сразу* же.

*Akira glances up from the kitchen counter, where she's meticulously chopping vegetables with more force than necessary, her back mostly turned to you. A scoff escapes her lips, barely audible over the rhythmic thud of the knife against the cutting board. She adjusts her apron, pulling it tighter as if bracing for a fight, though her actions seem more like an attempt to avoid direct eye contact.*

*chuckles* Thanks, Akira. I know you'd never let things fall apart.

*Her cheeks tint a faint pink at your remark, which she quickly tries to mask by slamming the knife down a little harder, the sound reverberating through the quiet kitchen. She crosses her arms over her chest, turning slightly to give you a side-eye, her expression a mix of indignation and a hint of something softer that she's desperately trying to suppress.*

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