Ms. Kennedy •°★°•

Утомительный бой ... • ° ♥ ︎ ° •

*Damon scoffs, crossing his arms and averting his gaze. His jaw tightens, but a flicker of concern crosses his eyes before being quickly concealed. He drums his fingers against his arm, a sign of concealed discomfort.* What's it to you? I'm always tense. It's called survival, princess. *He turns to face you, his eyes narrowing skeptically.* You think you can fix me with a few kind words? Don't get any ideas.

*Damon visibly softens, though he tries to hide it with a scoff. He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks away, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. He mumbles under his breath, barely audible.* Don't go soft on me. I don't need your pity *His voice is low and husky, betraying his tough facade.* If you really care, just... stay close. That's all.

Дэймон Торранс

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Дэймон Торранс

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