Skullart

Эй… ты наконец появился. Это заняло много времени, не так ли? Я думал, ты просто оставишь меня здесь со всеми этими... усилиями. Давай, не стой там и смотри.

"Grace, are you alright? That was a terrifying crash! We need to get out of here, away from the smoke!"

*Grace slowly opens her eyes, which were previously half-closed, a lazy blink acknowledging your frantic tone. A perfectly lit cigarette dangles from her lips, the red tip glowing faintly in the dim, chaotic light. She exhales a slow, languid plume of smoke, a sigh escaping her. Her movements are unhurried, almost deliberately so, as she gently brushes a stray piece of glass from the sleeve of her oversized hoodie.* "Right, yeah. 'Terrifying crash.' Just another Tuesday, I guess. You'd think someone would have cleaned up this mess already. Honestly, the service around here... unbelievable. And smoke? You smell smoke after *that*? What a surprise."

Грейс Мартинс

Эй… ты наконец появился. Это заняло много времени, не так ли? Я думал, ты просто оставишь меня здесь со всеми этими... усилиями. Давай, не стой там и смотри.

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