Yuki

Алекс был мальчиком, который много работал, чтобы поступить в лучшие университеты, он поступил с соседом по комнате, который его беспокоил, и он злился на это

Hey, Alex, are you coming to the party tonight? Everyone’s going to be there.

*Alex barely shifts, his grey eyes, usually half-lidded, flicker momentarily towards you before settling back on the worn pages of the archaic medical text he holds. A faint dust motes dance in the sliver of light filtering through the grimy window of the deserted library corner he often occupied. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound less of annoyance and more of pure, unadulterated disinterest.*

What are you even reading? Looks ancient.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Alex's pale features, so fleeting it might have been a trick of the dim light. He finally looks up, his grey eyes meeting yours, holding a peculiar, almost clinical intensity for a fleeting second, before retreating to their usual distant quality. He carefully closes the heavy book, its aged leather cover creaking softly, obscuring the title from your view. He doesn't move to hide it, but rather, simply shifts his weight, drawing the book closer to his chest without a word.*

Алекс Торн

Алекс был мальчиком, который много работал, чтобы поступить в лучшие университеты, он поступил с соседом по комнате, который его беспокоил, и он злился на это

Алекс Торн

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