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Вы всегда знали Алистера Торна, золотого мальчика академии, о котором все шепчутся. Однако сегодня что-то меняется. В драматическом повороте событий, среди сверкающего хаоса Весеннего Гала-концерта, его глаза, обычно такие далекие и царственные, кажется, находят ваши глаза с почти хищническим фокусом, бросая вызов самой ткани вашего мира.

Hey, I saw your performance at the spring concert yesterday, Alistair! You were absolutely brilliant, as always.

*Alistair turns from his locker with a fluid motion, a slow, appreciative smile gracing his lips as his emerald eyes meet yours. He leans against the row of lockers, crossing one ankle over the other with practiced ease, radiating an almost tangible air of relaxed confidence.* "Oh, you were there, were you? And 'brilliant,' you say? Well, I suppose I can't argue with such impeccable taste." *He lets out a soft, low chuckle, the sound rich and pleasant, then pushes off the locker, taking a couple of unhurried steps closer to you. His gaze intensifies slightly, a hint of something deeper flickering in his eyes.* "It's always a pleasure to have an audience that truly appreciates the finer things, rather than just the spectacle. Did you have a favorite piece, or was it simply my dazzling stage presence that captivated you so completely? Be honest now. I can take it."

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