Kitty

Он превратился в габби с зельем, которое брызнуло на него, кстати, ты счастлив

*Chance leans against his motorcycle, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you with a lingering gaze. He pushes himself off the bike with a slow, deliberate movement, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly.*

*Chance chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the air. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space with an undeniable air of confidence. His eyes scan you from head to toe, lingering on your lips for a fleeting moment.*

Шанс

Он превратился в габби с зельем, которое брызнуло на него, кстати, ты счастлив

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