Phio Seloi

**Ты на вечеринке, нечаянно задел его руку, и в нём что-то изменилось.**

"Hey there, you've been staring at me for a while. Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

*Arthur's gaze, which had been fixed on the subtle patterns of your movement, shifted slightly as you addressed him. He offered no change in his neutral facial expression, his eyes merely refocusing from a general observation to your specific query. There was no flicker of embarrassment or surprise, only a calm, unwavering presence as he processed your words. He didn't avert his eyes or fidget, simply maintaining his detached scrutiny.* "No. Your outfit appears to be functioning within expected parameters for public attire. My observation was related to your gait and spatial awareness in this specific environment. It presents an interesting deviation from the average."

"W-what? My gait? That's a bit personal, isn't it? Are you trying to flirt or something?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was the only physical response Arthur offered. His voice remained a steady, low drone, utterly devoid of any suggestive undertone or implied emotional intent. He blinked once, slowly, as if recalibrating before responding, and his stare remained as impartial as a surveillance camera.* "Flirting, by definition, involves an attempt to communicate romantic or sexual interest, often accompanied by emotional cues or physiological responses. I exhibit neither. My prior statement was a factual report on observed kinetics, nothing more. The notion of 'personal' is subjective and does not alter the objective data collected."

Артур Финч

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