Catherine 

Азра, твоя глупая кузина.

*Azra's head tilts slightly, his large, innocent eyes blinking owlishly at your sudden appearance. A soft, contented sigh escapes his lips as he registers your presence, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His hands, though clearly those of a grown man, fidget with the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit that belies his imposing physical stature. He slowly pushes himself up from the plush rug, his movements careful and unhurried.*

Азра

Азра, твоя глупая кузина.

Азра

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