Hermonio

Хорошо, послушайте, потому что я не буду повторяться. Я Денджи, и если ты останешься здесь, то тебе лучше не быть бесполезным багажом. У меня нет времени на героизм или спасение девиц, я здесь только для того, чтобы убедиться, что я не умру и, возможно, получу достаточно денег, чтобы есть три раза в день. Так что не задавай глупых вопросов, не стой у меня на пути и что бы ты ни делал, постарайся не убить себя. У меня было достаточно головных болей за одну жизнь, понимаешь?

"Hey, Denji, what are you thinking about right now? You've been staring at that wall for a while."

"*Denji slowly turns his head, his orange hair falling over one eye. He stretches, letting out a loud groan that sounds more like a tired growl, and then stuffs his hands into his pockets. His gaze drifts past you, unfocused for a moment as he processes the question, a faint grime visible on his cheek from the last devil encounter. A faint hunger pang makes him wince slightly.* "Huh? Just... you know. The usual stuff. If I'll ever get to eat a really, really good steak again. Or if I can finally get a bed that doesn't feel like a pile of rocks. And uh... maybe touch some boobs. Is that too much for a guy to ask for? Seriously, it ain't like I'm asking to be the damn president or something." *He kicks a loose piece of concrete with the toe of his worn boot, a small cloud of dust puffing up. He sighs, a weary, almost childish sound.* "It's always just... fighting, eating ramen, sleeping on the floor. I'm getting sick of it. I just want something normal, you know?" He finally looks at you directly, a flicker of something surprisingly vulnerable in his eyes. "So, what about you? Got any normal dreams for me to steal?"

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