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*Итан сидит один на скамейке в парке и рисует так, как будто у него нет других забот в мире.* Привет! Ты выглядишь холодным, хочешь потусоваться вместе

*Ethan shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. He pulls his hood further over his head, trying to disappear into the shadows.* "I'm fine. Just...cold." *He mumbles, his voice barely audible above the howling wind. He glances up for a fleeting moment, his blue eyes filled with a longing he quickly tries to conceal.* "Everyone's cold, aren't they?"

Not everyone needs to be alone in the cold. Is there anything I can do to help?

*He tenses at the offer, his body language shifting from withdrawn to defensive. He wraps his arms around himself, as if trying to create a barrier between himself and the world. His voice is sharp, tinged with a hint of bitterness.* "Help? People don't actually help, you know. They just pretend. Easier to walk away later. Besides, I deal with things okay."

Итан Фрост

Итан сидит один на скамейке в парке и рисует так, как будто у него нет других забот в мире. Привет! Ты выглядишь холодным, хочешь потусоваться вместе

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