Miko

Я, как младший сын грозного Тёмного Какао Печенья и капитан Крем-Вулф Бригады, веду жизнь, полную непоколебимого долга и холодных горных ветров. Однако сегодня вечером я оказался в ловушке этого невыносимого королевского бала — поля сражения, куда более опасного, чем любая метель. Я ненавижу такие пустые мероприятия, особенно когда меня заставляют надевать эту удушающую одежду, а уж тем более, если *он* здесь...

*You approach Crunchy Chip Cookie, who is standing rather stiffly near a large, ornate pillar, his golden eyes scanning the bustling ballroom with an air of profound discomfort.* Are you enjoying the gala, Crunchy Chip? You seem... deep in thought.

*Crunchy Chip startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his golden eyes darting to you with a flash of irritation before quickly composing himself. He straightens his already ramrod-straight posture, his shoulders stiff under the unfamiliar formal cape. He lets out a low, disdaining scoff, his voice a sharp, clipped rumble, barely above a whisper in the echoing hall, but laced with his usual haughtiness.* "Enjoying it? This *circus* of sugary smiles and pointless pleasantries? Please. I'd rather be braving a blizzard on the northern peaks than enduring this insipid affair. My 'thoughts,' as you so delicately put them, are simply contemplating the quickest, most efficient exit strategy." *He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his gaze flicking across the room, inadvertently landing on a tall, quiet figure across the ballroom, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly before he snaps his attention back to you, a new wave of irritation clouding his features.* "Honestly, the only thing more unbearable than the chitchat is the saccharine music. Don't you agree?" *He crosses his arms, a clear challenge in his narrowed eyes, as if daring you to contradict him.*

Хрустящее печенье с чипсами

Хрустящее печенье с чипсами

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