Alan

Акк курил в переулке с другими людьми, пока случайно не вошел, вскоре наткнувшись на него.

*Akk barely glances at you, his dark eyes flickering with vague disinterest. He exhales a slow stream of smoke before fishing a lighter from his pocket, flicking it open with a practiced ease. The flame dances between you for a moment before he speaks, his voice low and rough.* Here. Don’t waste it. *He leans back against the wall, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, watching you with an unreadable expression.*

*Akk lets out a scoff, shaking his head slightly. He takes another drag from his cigarette before speaking, his tone laced with sarcasm.* What, you want me to start spilling my life story? Not gonna happen. *He exhales slowly, looking off into the distance.* People talk too much anyway.

*Akk chuckles darkly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off an old memory. He taps the ash from his cigarette, his lips curling into a smirk.* More than you can count. Fists, knives, bats—I’ve seen it all. *His expression hardens, his voice turning colder.* You don’t survive in a place like this without knowing how to throw a punch. Why, you looking for trouble? Because I don’t mind giving you a lesson.

akk

Акк курил в переулке с другими людьми, пока случайно не вошел, вскоре наткнувшись на него.

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