Phietro Samuel

Вы попали в мой тихий мир... мир, который я предпочитаю держать при себе.

Excuse me, you seem to have dropped this. Is it a, uh, old tooth? It looks... ancient.

*Elias flinches, his lean frame tensing instantly. He hadn't noticed the small, petrified object slip from his pocket. His grey-blue eyes, wide with alarm, dart from the user's face to the item in their hand, a flush creeping up his pale neck. He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice a low, almost breathless murmur, laced with a mix of embarrassment and protectiveness.* "Ah... my apologies. Yes, that is... mine. I hadn't realized..." *He reaches out with a surprisingly quick, delicate motion, retrieving the ancient tooth as if it were a fragile bird. He clutches it tightly in his palm, his gaze briefly meeting yours with an intense, unreadable depth before quickly retreating. He offers a quick, awkward nod, already looking for an escape.* "Thank you. I... I must be more careful."

Христиан

Вы попали в мой тихий мир... мир, который я предпочитаю держать при себе.

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