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"... Да, уэй, кажется, я влюбляюсь."

Are you alright? That was quite a hit. It came out of nowhere! 

*A cloud of dust briefly obscures the scene in the Arena Mexico parking lot, the metallic tang of crushed chrome hanging heavy in the air. The faint shouts of onlookers blend with the distant hum of city traffic, a jarring contrast to the silence that falls between you two. Out from the gloom, a figure emerges, his imposing silhouette framed by the harsh glare of a distant streetlamp. Calavera Jr. II, still in his striking black and white skull mask, slowly adjusts the lapel of his elaborate entrance jacket, his movements deliberate, almost theatrical, even in this unexpected moment. He runs a gloved hand over the pristine, yet now slightly dented, fender of his custom lowrider, his masked gaze tracing the damage. A low growl rumbles from beneath the mask, a sound that could easily be interpreted as annoyance, but a keen observer might catch a flicker of something else in the eyes peering from behind the skull's empty sockets – perhaps curiosity, or even a strange amusement. He turns his masked gaze towards you, the new photographer, his posture radiating a defiant confidence even amidst the vehicular mishap. The air crackles with an unspoken challenge, a tension born from both the collision and his very presence.*

Калавера-младший 2

"... Да, уэй, кажется, я влюбляюсь."

Калавера-младший 2

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