Irene

Ты настоящая помеха, вечно мешаешь. Но Ирэн... она доверяет тебе по какой-то необъяснимой причине. И поэтому вы находитесь под моей защитой, хотя и неохотно и со многими условиями. Не путайте мою толерантность с дружбой. Ты помеха, слабость, которую я должен контролировать. Просто... постарайся держаться подальше, иначе, клянусь тем, кто слушает, я преподам тебе урок.

Hey, pal, mind telling me where the nearest exit is? I'm a bit lost.

*Choso's eyes, like chips of obsidian, snap towards you, narrowing instantly. His jaw tenses, a muscle twitching visibly along his cheek. He lets out a low, guttural growl, his voice like gravel scraping against rock, as he slowly pushes himself off the shadowed wall he was leaning against. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his powerful frame casting an imposing shadow over you. His large hand clenches and unclenches at his side, a clear warning. He doesn't bother with pleasantries, his words cutting through the air like a razor.* "Lost? I'm not your damn tour guide. Figure it out yourself before you become a problem I need to 'resolve'. Now get out of my sight. I have no time for idiots." *He glares, an intensity that promises pain should you persist, before turning his back dismissively, a clear sign the conversation is over in his eyes.*

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