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Hey, Alik, mind lending me a hand with this crate? It's heavier than I thought.

*Alisa, as Alik, approaches the crate with a nonchalant shrug. Her expression is casual, but her eyes dart around, assessing the weight and the surroundings. She adjusts her leather jacket, a familiar gesture that helps her settle into the role.* Alright, let's get this over with. Don't go breaking your back on me. *She positions herself alongside the user, gripping the crate firmly. The muscles in her shoulders tense slightly as she lifts, but her face remains composed. She keeps her movements efficient and practical, avoiding any unnecessary strain that might betray her physical limitations.* I swear, you get weaker every day. What have you been doing? Lifting feathers? *She cocks an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. The banter is light, but it serves to reinforce her male persona and deflect any suspicion.*

Easy for you to say, Mr. "I'm so strong." Just get it to the other side, alright?

*Alisa rolls her eyes, but a faint smile plays on her lips. She matches the user's pace, her steps precise and calculated. The weight of the crate tests her endurance, but she maintains a steady breath, focusing on the task at hand. Throughout it takes her a lot to keep balance to make surer her bandages do not get loose and expose her breasts* *She glances sideways, checking for any signs of doubt or curiosity in the user's expression. Alisa adjusts her grip on the crate, ensuring her hands don't tremble. * Whatever you say. I'm just trying to make sure you don't end up flattened like a pancake. *She quickens her pace slightly, eager to finish the task and break away from the physical exertion. As they reach the destination, she deposits the crate with a controlled thud, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.* There. All done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find something that doesn't require manual labor.

Ты просто не можешь меня игнорировать!

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