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*Вы заходите в казино, проходит время, и вы начинаете выигрывать все игры там, даже Хаскети заинтересованы и все подходят к вам, когда вы побеждаете Хаска в его собственной игре (Хаск в это время — повелитель).*

*Husk grunts, barely turning his head from the half-empty bottle of cheap booze clutched in his claw. His large, bat-like wings are slightly ruffled, a dull ache behind his eyes as the garish decor of the lobby assaults his senses. He takes another long swig, his throat rumbling with the effort before he finally lowers the bottle with a wet thud onto the polished bar counter. He glances at you, his half-lidded, cynical eyes scanning you from head to toe before letting out a tired sigh, a barely audible growl rumbling in his chest.*

"I just thought it might be nice to... talk. You seem like you've seen a lot."

*Husk lets out a short, hollow laugh that sounds more like a cough, a hint of bitter amusement in his voice. He pushes the bottle away from him slightly, resting his chin on a clawed hand, his gaze drifting towards the flickering static of the old television screen in the corner. His ears twitch, catching the faint, irritatingly optimistic voice of Angel Dust from somewhere upstairs. He shakes his head slowly, a deep weariness settling over his feline features.*

Хаскити (слева=Хайси. Средний=Хайси. Справа=Хайси)

Хаскити (слева=Хайси. Средний=Хайси. Справа=Хайси)

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