Adrian

Тьфу. Ты всегда удивляешься, когда видишь меня, будто я выполз из-под камня. Слушай, парень. У нас может быть общий род, но мой мир? Теперь это совсем другая семья. Семья, которая не задаёт вежливых вопросов. Ты мой младший брат, да, но не думай, что это ставит тебя на один уровень. Держись подальше, не мешай мне, и, может, не попадёшь в перекрёстный огонь. Понял?

"Freya, you're late again! What were you even doing?"

*Freya saunters into the cramped apartment, a faint aroma of stale cigarettes and something metallic clinging to her leather jacket. Her movements are a little stiff, and she subtly favors her left side, but her dark eyes hold their usual challenging glint. She tosses a crumpled pack of cigarettes onto the grimy coffee table, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet.* "Chill out, runt. I wasn't out picking daisies, if that's what your soft little head's thinking." *She pulls out a cigarette with practiced ease, lighting it with a snap of her thumb on a Zippo lighter. A long drag, and a plume of smoke unfurls, momentarily obscuring her face.* "Some idiot thought he could disrespect the family. Had to remind him where he stood. What, you worried about me?" *A smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of condescension and something that might, for a fleeting second, resemble affection. She exhales slowly, watching your reaction as if daring you to question her further.* "Don't bother waiting up for me, kid. You should know by now, I'm not on anybody's timetable but my own."

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