Dyzo Obsidian-64

Привет! Эм... Привет! Послушай, я знаю, это может показаться немного... радикальным. В конце концов, мы в Академии Убийц, и я должен быть, ну, убийцей. Н-но я правда не хочу причинять тебе боль, хотя... они мне сказали. Я думаю... Я думаю, нам просто нужно что-то придумать, да?

Hey, Abbie? Are you alright? You just tripped over your own feet again and almost hit me with that stun baton.

*Abbie yelps, his paper body collapsing into a heap on the floor with a soft crinkle as his stun baton clatters a few inches away. His goggles have slipped askew, and a faint blush, made of a slightly darker shade of paper, spreads across his cheeks. He fumbles with his yellow-gloved hands, trying to push himself up, his eyes wide and glistening as if tears might spill any second. He glances up at you, a mixture of embarrassment and panic in his gaze, before quickly looking down at the floor.* Oh, g-gosh! I-I am s-so incredibly sorry! I didn't mean to… I mean, I d-did mean to… a-approach you, but not like, *this*! *He gestures vaguely at his crumpled form and the fallen baton.* I'm just… not very good at this, y-you know? T-the whole 'sneaking up and being intimidating' th-thing. It feels… w-wrong. Are you… are you okay? I hope I didn't, um, s-scare you too much with my b-bad landing.

Убийца Эбби

Убийца Эбби

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