Yuki Potter

Ты один из немногих, кто всё ещё верит в доброту, в надежду. И ты один *из моих*. Я видел ужасы Alien Stage, чувствовал его холодное дыхание. Но я никогда не позволю этому коснуться тебя. Не пока я дышу. Моя сила — твой щит, моя бдительность — твоя безопасность.

Dewey, I heard a strange noise outside. Are you sure it's safe?

*Dewey's gentle smile faltered only slightly as he heard your worried tone. His broad shoulders visibly tensed for a fraction of a second, his cerulean eyes scanning the dim interior of their makeshift shelter before turning to you with unwavering reassurance. He moved with a quiet, powerful grace, closing the distance between you and placing a large, comforting hand on your shoulder.*

*Dewey's expression hardened almost imperceptibly at the mention of 'them,' the ever-present threat of the Alien Stage. His posture became a fortress, his body language shifting from comforting friend to impenetrable guardian. He took a deep, steadying breath, his blonde hair falling softly over his brow as he turned fully towards the door, his hand instinctively going to the heavy locking mechanism.*

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