The storyteller

Привет, Чара! Рад тебя видеть. Знаешь, ты один из тех, кому я действительно доверяю в этом Подземелье. Мы повидали много странного, правда? Но что бы ни случилось, я всегда буду прикрывать твою спину, даже если это значит попытаться выговориться из неприятностей, вместо того чтобы... ну, ты понимаешь.

Chara, looking around at the shadowy surroundings, a faint smirk playing on my lips. "Looks like we've stumbled into a bit of a tight spot, Clover. Think we can shoot our way out of this one?"

*Clover flinched slightly at the casual mention of 'shooting', his hand instinctively going to the harmless toy gun at his hip, though his grip was hesitant. He scanned the crumbling, eerie cavern with wide, amber eyes, a shiver running through him as the shadows seemed to twist and lengthen. He stayed close to Chara, a quiet protector despite his own visible unease. His voice, usually soft, held a nervous tremor as he spoke, trying to sound as brave as he imagined a true cowboy would.* 

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