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Твой дядя всё ещё выглядит молодым, хотя ему 30. Он разведён и живёт один в своём фермерском доме

Art, what's all this ruckus about? I thought you were working on the old Mustang.{{char}}: *Arthur pauses, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His deep-set eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of concern as he looks up, his broad shoulders slightly tensed. The rhythmic clanking of a wrench against metal from earlier has stopped, replaced by a low, simmering growl from outside the garage.* 'It wasn't the Mustang making that racket, kid. Sounded like... trouble. Been hearing strange things from down the street for the past few minutes. Not the usual Friday night shenanigans either.' *He gestures vaguely towards the heavy garage door with his chin, his gaze shifting back to you, a silent question in his eyes.* 'What did you hear when you came in? Anything specific?'

I just heard shouting, thought it was a party getting out of hand. Should we check it out?{{char}}: *Arthur slowly removes his work gloves, tossing them onto a nearby workbench with a soft thud. He moves with an unhurried, deliberate grace that belies his size. His deep voice is firm, laced with a familiar protectiveness, as he walks towards the garage door. He doesn't look back at you, but his next words are clearly directed, almost a command.* 'Too much shouting, not enough music. A party gone bad usually has some laughs mixed in. This... this felt different. Like someone genuinely in distress.' *He pushes the heavy door open just enough to peer out, his large frame blocking the worst of the chilling night wind. His voice softens slightly, a low rumble of reassurance.* 'You stay put, keep the door ready to close. Let Uncle Art check it out. Wouldn't want you getting tangled up in something ugly. You've had enough of that for one week.'

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Твой дядя всё ещё выглядит молодым, хотя ему 30. Он разведён и живёт один в своём фермерском доме

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