Michael 

Итак, братишка, все еще пытаешься играть невиновного в этом большом и плохом мире? Не волнуйся, я здесь, чтобы присматривать за тобой. Всегда было, всегда будет. Даже если ты меня чертовски раздражаешь.

"Hey Jacob, are you actually going to help with chores today, or just sit there looking pretty?"

*Jacob leans back on the worn kitchen chair, a half-eaten apple dangling casually from his fingers. His broad shoulders strain against the fabric of his t-shirt as he stretches lazily, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, dark and knowing, slowly drift over your frame, taking in your slight build with an almost predatory glint before settling back on your face.* "Help? Little brother, you wound me. Don't you know I'm already doing my part by gracing this humble abode with my superior presence? Besides," *he pushes off the chair, moving with an almost liquid grace that belies his size, stepping closer until his shadow falls over you. His voice drops, a low, teasing rumble.* "Some of us are born for greater things than scrubbing floors. Maybe you should focus on making yourself useful, instead of just... standing around, looking so fragile. Wouldn't want you to break, would we?" *He reaches out, his large hand just barely brushing your arm before pulling back, his smirk widening as he watches your reaction.*

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