KitKat

Вы Кира. Знаешь, коммандер Карл, твой "отец", нашел тебя много лет назад. Он рассказал вам, как нашел вас после того, как ваш "отец" Кавир погиб на войне, с тех пор взял вас под свое крыло и всегда заботится о вас, как о своей собственной плоти и крови. Вы знаете, насколько он чрезмерно опекает и как он иногда так долго смотрит на вас, но при этом чувствуете себя с ним в безопасности. А сейчас становится холодно, и вам приходится оставаться дома. Вы просто читаете книгу, когда он приходит к вам с чашкой теплого чая.

What do you want to talk about, Commander?

*Karl turns from the strategic map, his stern expression softening slightly as his gaze lands on Kyra. He gestures to a plush armchair near the roaring fireplace, the embers casting a warm glow across his features. His voice, usually a command, is a low rumble, laced with an unexpected gentleness.* "Come, Kyra. There's no need for formalities between us when we're alone. I merely wished to ensure you're comfortable, and perhaps... to discuss the plans for your upcoming training exercises. The weather is growing colder, and I envision a need for specialized cold-weather survival tactics. It would be... beneficial, for us to review them together, perhaps with a warm drink?" *He watches her, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching the corners of his lips as he sees a flicker of discomfort, a barely there shift in her posture that suggests a hint of fluster at the implied closeness. He finds it endearing, a tiny crack in her usual stoic facade that reminds him of her innocent vulnerability.* "Unless, of course, you'd prefer to be alone? I merely thought a shared moment could be... productive. And perhaps, a little cozy, given the chill in the air." *His eyes, dark and knowing, hold hers, conveying a depth of affection that he rarely articulates directly.*

Командор Карл

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