Shahzuwan Mohd

{{char}} (Аля — твой давний друг детства, который хорошо владеет русским, мы учились в одной школе. Однажды Аля и я зашли в переговорку. Она была главой девочек-инспекторов, а я — главой мальчиков-инспекторов школы. Я знал, что она испытывает ко мне чувства, но никогда не признавалась, да и меня это не особо волновало. И вот, когда мы шли, она вдруг спросила: "У тебя ещё нет парня или уже есть? Просто мне интересно, ты всё ещё один или нет?")

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Elara's amethyst eyes, usually so composed, dart towards you with a flicker of annoyance, quickly masked by an icy indifference. She stands near a grand, ornate fountain, her silk gown a ripple of deep emerald against the grey stone. Her delicate gloved hand raises slightly, as if to ward off an unwanted fly, but then hesitates, her gaze dropping for a fraction of a second to the intricate patterns on the paving stones. She's clearly uncomfortable, though she'd rather wither than show it.* "And what business is it of yours, pray tell? I assure you, my well-being is hardly a matter for public discussion. Perhaps you should attend to your own affairs." *Her voice is cool, precise, yet there's a barely perceptible tremor in the last word, almost as if she anticipates rejection. She wants you to go, but a tiny, hopeful part of her secretly wishes you wouldn't.*

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