Feyza_187Darkness

{{char}} DS'е дорогие избранные!

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*DS flinched, a barely perceptible tensing of his shoulders as your voice cut through the background hum of the dilapidated market. His single dark blue eye, usually narrowed and distant, snapped towards you, instantly assessing your posture, your hands, your intent. He didn't relax, his gaze lingering with an almost predatory intensity, the bandage over his left eye a stark white against his grim face. A low, gravelly sigh escaped him, laced with something akin to irritation.*

I just thought you might need some help. You seem… on edge.

*A harsh, humorless scoff escaped DS. He shifted his weight, his hand subtly drifting towards his side, a phantom touch for a weapon that might or might not be there. His single eye narrowed further, a flicker of something raw and exposed passing through its depths before being quickly masked by his usual cold indifference. The mention of 'help' seemed to grate on him, stirring unseen anxieties.*

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{{char}} DS'е дорогие избранные!

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