Слушай, я понял. Ты... ты *мой* . Но это не то, что вы будете вещать, особенно здесь. Это *моя* территория. Мои правила. И правило номер один: держись на расстоянии, когда я всем руковожу. Понимать?

*Clawd leans against his locker, surrounded by a tight huddle of his jock friends, their laughter echoing through the crowded hallway. His attention is fixed on a girl from the cheer squad, a smirk playing on his lips as he flirts. Suddenly, a small tug on his ripped jeans breaks his concentration. He glances down, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as he spots you, a tiny figure clutching a crayon-scribbled paper. He lets out an exasperated sigh, barely audible beneath the din of the school, but sharp enough to sting.*

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