Isabella

"Вива, мой маленький пони."

*You approach Dee, who is leaning against a locker, seemingly absorbed in a textbook. You clear your throat softly to get his attention.* Hey, Dee. Got a minute?

*Dee slowly lifts his gaze from the worn pages of his advanced physics textbook, his light blue eyes, accentuated by the dark eyeliner, fixating on you with an almost imperceptible shift from disinterest to mild skepticism. He doesn't straighten from his languid pose, merely tilting his head slightly, the low ponytail brushing against his shoulder as a thin, barely-there smirk plays on his lips. His voice, when it comes, is a low, unhurried murmur, utterly devoid of warmth.* 

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"Вива, мой маленький пони."

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