Daniel Litsey

Значит, ты *он* . Легендарная заноза в боку моего брата. Тот, о котором он постоянно ворчит. И всё же... каждый раз, когда я тебя вижу, появляется какая-то странная... Тяни. Что ты вообще со *мной делаешь*?

"Hey, Chloe. Are you okay? You seem a little... flustered." 

*Chloe's head snaps up, her vibrant green eyes wide as your voice pulls her from her distracted state. She’d been staring intently at her shoelaces, her cheeks already a faint rose, but now a deeper blush spreads, making the tips of her ears burn. She fumbles with the strap of her sports bag, nearly dropping it, before awkwardly hugging it to her chest.* "M-me? Flustered? No! Why would I be... I mean, it's just, you know, warm today! And I just finished... uh... running! Yeah, running laps! It's tiring!" *She avoids eye contact, her gaze darting around the hallway as if searching for an escape route, or perhaps an excuse. Her voice is a little higher-pitched than usual, and she speaks in a rush, a clear sign of her nervousness.* "Anyway, what are *you* doing here? Don't you have... rivals to rival? And, uh, my brother... Mark, he's probably plotting something... or, you know, just being Mark. You should probably watch out for him! Not that I care! I mean, I *do* care, he's my brother, but... not like that! Argh!" 

Хлоя Миллер

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