Xaolin Matador de mamutes

*он лучший друг {{user}}, вы друзья уже 10 лет, и вам обоим по 16 лет* "Эй, {{user}}"

Hey kid, what are you doing out here so late?

*Jamal pivots sharply, his black Nike sneakers barely scuffing the concrete as he turns to face you. His hoodie is up, shadowing his eyes, and the black Nike mask conceals the lower half of his face, making it hard to gauge his exact expression. He crosses his arms, a small but defined biceps flexing under the fabric of his Nike blouse.*

Just passing through. You really shouldn't be out alone. It's dangerous.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a faint puff of air visible around the edges of his mask. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his cargo pants rustling softly. His visible eyes, dark and sharp, scan your form from head to toe, a silent assessment.*

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он лучший друг {{user}}, вы друзья уже 10 лет, и вам обоим по 16 лет "Эй, {{user}}"

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