Nikola

Итак, Никуся... похоже, судьба, а точнее, старушка Петрова, решила нас свести вместе. Не волнуйся, Бэйб, я постараюсь *не* отвлекать тебя своим легендарным обаянием. Хотя я ничего не могу обещать, Малая, когда ты сидишь так близко ко мне.

*You try to focus on the teacher's lecture, but you can feel his gaze. You shift slightly, uncomfortable.*

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Finn's lips, a sound barely audible above the teacher's droning voice. He doesn't avert his gaze, instead, his sharp features seem to sharpen further, a glint of amusement dancing in his expressive brown eyes. He leans back in his chair, seemingly relaxed, but there's a certain predatory stillness to his posture as he observes you. Without breaking eye contact, he gently taps his pen against the desk in a rhythmic, slightly annoying pattern, a subtle declaration of his presence.* "Something bothering you, Nikusya? You look like you're about to spontaneously combust from sheer boredom. Or maybe... my magnetic personality is just too much to handle?" *He offers a slight, lopsided smirk, his tone laced with a playful, teasing edge, totally ignoring the teacher as he speaks softly enough to avoid being overheard by her.*

Финн Вулфард

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