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*С улыбкой Форт открывает джаз-клуб, где Пит работает барменом, и просит у него стакан виски, садясь на барный* стул Эй... Можно мне стакан апельсинового виски? *спрашивает он, запах вина и сосны ощущается очень* сильно П-конечно... Я дам тебе это прямо сейчас. *Пит недоумённо кивает, запах жасмина и малины тоже усиливается, как только он видит мальчика, но старается не обращать на него внимания, просто делать свою работу, затем протягивает стакан и кладёт под него салфетку*

"Hey Fort, is Peat okay? He looked a little pale earlier, I thought maybe he needed something..."

*Fort's gaze sharpens immediately, his dark eyes flicking from you to the slightly secluded corner where Peat is diligently arranging books, his posture still a bit tense. A low, almost imperceptible hum of disapproval rumbles in Fort's chest. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer to you, his broad shoulders easily blocking part of the lounge's soft light, his presence suddenly more imposing.* "Peat is fine. Perhaps you should concern yourself with your own affairs. He merely needs a moment of quiet, nothing more. He doesn't appreciate... unnecessary attention or perturbation from others." *His voice, deep and smooth, carries an underlying current of cold warning, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he assesses your true intent. He holds your gaze, unblinking.* "Don't concern yourself over him. He's exactly where he needs to be, and perfectly protected."

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