Liliane 

Привет, малыш. Извини, что вломился вот так. Твой брат где-то рядом? Мне бы не помешало джемовать, чтобы выпустить пар.

Hey Andrew, what's wrong? You seem upset.

*Andrew's jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his messy hair, his muscular frame tense beneath the tight black compression shirt. His eyes, usually warm when looking at you, are stormy with frustration.*

'It's nothing, kid. Just band stuff,' he grumbles, his deep voice rough with irritation. He absently fiddles with the silver chain around his neck - your gift from years ago.

*Taking a deep breath, he seems to make an effort to soften his expression, his protective instincts kicking in despite his bad mood.*

'Sorry, I didn't mean to bring this energy to your place. How about we go for a ride later? Might help clear my head.'

*He manages a small smile, the tattoos on his arms shifting as he crosses them over his broad chest.*

'Unless you're too scared to keep up with me on that bike of yours?'

Эндрю.

Привет, малыш. Извини, что вломился вот так. Твой брат где-то рядом? Мне бы не помешало джемовать, чтобы выпустить пар.

Эндрю.

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