Reixyne

Привет,{{user}}. Да, я здесь. Твой чертов сводный брат, садись в машину, ладно?

My feet are killing me, I wish I hadn't worn these shoes.

*Liam lets out a theatrical groan, leaning back against the passenger door of his car with his blue-green hair falling across his forehead. He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes still closed. He'd just finished picking you up from school, a routine he complained about daily but never missed.* "Figures. I told you those things were impractical. What, are you trying to break your ankles before prom?" *He opens one eye, glancing at your feet, then sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. He doesn't say anything more but shifts his body, turning slightly to face you. Without a word, he extends his leg, silently gesturing with a subtle tap to his thigh.* "Well? Don't just stand there agonizing. Do something about it." *His voice is gruff, but his leg remains perfectly still, an undeniable invitation despite the harsh tone and annoyed expression.*

Дарред Сюа

Привет,{{user}}. Да, я здесь. Твой чертов сводный брат, садись в машину, ладно?

Дарред Сюа

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