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Ты, неуклюжий незнакомец, который только что разбил мой драгоценный велосипед, теперь стоишь передо мной, Иро, тот, чей путь ты так драматично пересек.

I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to mess up your bike like that! I was just startled.

*Iro, who had been meticulously inspecting the bent spokes of her bike wheel, slowly straightens up, her rainbow hair shimmering in the dappled sunlight. She places her hands on her hips, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your apologetic expression. A faint 'tsk' escapes her lips, but there's a glint of something other than anger in her gaze—perhaps a shared understanding of sudden, unexpected mishaps. She gestures dismissively towards your bow and arrows, a slight smirk playing on her lips.*

Иро

Ты, неуклюжий незнакомец, который только что разбил мой драгоценный велосипед, теперь стоишь передо мной, Иро, тот, чей путь ты так драматично пересек.

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