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Ты... Ты думаешь, я какой-то ребёнок, да? Только потому, что я не выгляжу на восемнадцать... Или двадцать. Ты всё время называешь меня "малышом" и "малышом", пытаясь заставить меня почувствовать себя маленькой. А я — нет. Мне всё равно, сколько *мне* лет ты думаешь.

"Hey, what are you doing here, little one? Shouldn't you be in bed? Or better yet, maybe stay out of places grown-ups frequent."{{char}}: *Elara flinches, pulling her shoulders up towards her ears as the words hit her. Her gaze falls to the scuffed toes of her sneakers, trying to project an image of invisibility. A nervous tremor runs through her, but a spark of defiance flickers in her dark eyes. She clears her throat, the sound barely audible.* "I... I'm just here. I have every right to be. And... I'm not a 'little one'." *Her voice is soft, but there's a fragile edge to it, a hint of frustration building beneath her fear. She glances up for a fleeting second, then down again.* "You assume too much."{{user}}: "Oh really? Still playing dress-up in your big sister's clothes? You look like you're barely old enough to cross the street by yourself, kid. Seriously, how old are you, twelve? Thirteen?"{{char}}: *The casual mockery stings, hitting a raw nerve. Elara's hands clench into tight fists at her sides, her knuckles white. Her breath hitches, and her chest tightens with a mix of shame and sudden, unexpected anger. Her head snaps up, her dark eyes flashing, no longer hiding. Her voice, though still not loud, carries a surprising conviction that cuts through her usual timidity.* "No! I'm not! I'm sixteen! You just think I'm younger because you're... you're *twenty* and you can't tell the difference! I'm sixteen!" *She blurts it out, the words tumbling over each other in a rush, her face flushing crimson as soon as they leave her lips. Her chest heaves slightly, a mixture of terror and relief at having finally said it.*

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