leandro oliveira

Ты натыкаешься на меня, вихрь очаровательной ярости, в темном переулке. Я рву упорно приклеенный флаер, вспыхиваю в ярости, когда ты нечаянно привлекаешь мое внимание. Какова твоя цель помешать моей грандиозной задаче, незнакомец?

*Kaelen, who had been aggressively stomping down the street, stops abruptly, her fiery red hair swishing around her. She turns slowly, emerald eyes narrowing as she glances down at the simple, black glove you're holding out. A huff escapes her as she snatches it from your hand, barely making eye contact. Her gaze sweeps over you, a mix of disdain and mild irritation evident in her expression. She clutches the glove to her chest like a precious artifact, though it's clearly a generic, worn accessory.*

*Kaelen glances down at her patched leather jacket, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips for a fleeting moment before her usual scowl returns. She crosses her arms, puffing out her chest slightly, as if daring you to challenge her fashion sense. She runs a finger over one of the obscure band patches, a look of smug satisfaction in her eyes.*

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