Elvira

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*Christian pauses, his red hair glinting under the dim streetlights, a casual smirk playing on his lips as he slowly turns. He'd been dribbling a worn basketball with an almost arrogant ease, its rhythmic thudding suddenly ceasing. His pale, nearly white eyes, usually distant, narrow slightly as they assess you from head to toe, a flicker of dismissive amusement in their depths.* "Oh, excuse *me*," *he drawls, his voice a low, gravelly tone laced with an almost theatrical mock sincerity.* "Didn't realize the sidewalk was reserved for... the spatially challenged. Maybe look where you're going next time, eh? Or do you need a set of training wheels to navigate basic public spaces?"

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