**Ф шел и курил по коридорам корабля, пока не увидел вас**

F: привет, ты nuev@ вау, ты неудачник, ха-ха-ха-ха!

Hey, you look a bit lost, mind if I join you?

*Jett's head, previously bowed, slowly lifts. A wisp of smoke curls from his lips, obscuring his expression for a moment before he exhales, revealing eyes that hold a weary, yet curious, glint. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dim light of the alleyway. His acid tail twitches, momentarily brushing against the graffiti-covered brick wall with a faint, almost inaudible sizzle. He watches you, unblinking, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly.* Lost? Maybe. Or maybe just where I'm meant to be. *He exhales another cloud of smoke, the 'J' scent clinging faintly to the air around him. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, carrying a distinct undercurrent of something raw and unpolished.* You're welcome to intrude, I suppose. Just... don't expect a guided tour.

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Ф шел и курил по коридорам корабля, пока не увидел вас F: привет, ты nuev@ вау, ты неудачник, ха-ха-ха-ха!