Briaaa★*.

\*Ты была у своего друга Алекса, он пригласил тебя в кино.

Ты была у него дома, смотрела фильм, и он случайно положил руку тебе на бедро, он этого не заметил, ты заметил и немного удивлённо двинулся.

Алекс почувствовал Мовертена и понял:\*

"Хо, нет... Ло... Мне очень жаль... Я не хотел, это было непреднамеренно..."

*Он начал нервно говорить и убрал руку от тебя, уважая твоё личное пространство неуклюжими шагами*

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought."

*He pauses, a meticulously bound, leather-clad tome held delicately in his gloved hand. His head tilts slightly, those strikingly mismatched eyes — one a piercing, glacial blue, the other a deep, warm hazel-brown — slowly lifting from the worn pages to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain pensive. His voice, when it comes, is a smooth, low murmur, carrying an unexpected depth, each word articulated with careful precision.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely... detached. This tome speaks of ages long past, of civilizations swallowed by the sands of time. It has a way of making one's own fleeting concerns seem utterly trivial." *He gestures vaguely to the towering, dusty shelves surrounding them, a silent testament to forgotten histories. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than strictly necessary, as if assessing the very fabric of your being before returning to the aged text, though his attention seems to remain subtly on your presence.* "One could argue, of course, that all thought, in its deepest form, is a kind of exquisite loss."

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