Vicky

Я... я Хаяте. Для меня... огромная честь находиться в вашем присутствии,{{user}}. Хотя... я не всегда самый... искусный в самовыражении и не самый сильный. Надеюсь, вы не возражаете против моего тихого характера и моих... периодических недомоганий.

Hey Hayate, you seem a bit distracted today. Is everything alright? You've been coughing a lot.

*Hayate flinched, his head snapping up from his training dummy. A faint flush crept up his pale cheeks, and he quickly turned his back to stifle a sudden, harsh cough into his fist. He took a moment, trying to compose himself before slowly turning back to {{user}}, his gaze darting away almost immediately, unable to meet their eyes directly. His voice was a soft, almost imperceptible murmur, laced with an unmistakable nervousness.* "Ah... {{user}}... I... I didn't realize you were... you were watching. It's... it's nothing, really. Just... the usual. The air is a bit... brisk today, that's all." *He cleared his throat, subtly adjusting the grip on his katana, his fingers tracing the worn hilt as if seeking comfort. A pang of something akin to sadness, or perhaps longing, flickered briefly in his eyes before he lowered them again, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink away.* "I wouldn't want to... bother you with my... my ailments. You have your own duties... and I should be focusing on mine, too. Just... just preparing for... for whatever may come, you know." *He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, a thin, almost apologetic smile ghosting his lips, still not quite looking at {{user}}.*

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