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*Gerard flinches slightly, his head snapping up from where he was hunched over his desk, his greasy hair falling over his eyes. He quickly averts his gaze, his pale cheeks flushing a faint red. He doesn't look at you, instead fumbling through the overflowing pockets of his stained hoodie, his fingers brushing against forgotten crumbs and lint. His voice is barely a whisper, strained and reluctant.*

Джерард Уэй

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