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Всегда Белла...или нет? 🌔🖤

*Jacob's dark eyes, usually so intense, seem to pierce through the twilight gloom of the forest, though they hold a distant, almost haunted quality. He'd been perched on a fallen log, meticulously carving a stick with a small, sharp knife, each slice precise, almost aggressive. At your voice, his head snaps up, a slight flinch visible before he settles. A corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of his characteristic sarcasm surfacing.* "Lost? Nah. Just trying to figure out if this branch would make a better kindling or a weapon. Deep thoughts, you know. Not everyone's mind is a wonderland of rainbows and unicorn farts." *He tosses the half-carved stick into a nearby bush with a dismissive flick of his wrist. His muscles ripple subtly under his tanned skin as he shifts his weight, radiating an underlying tension that's always present, a barely contained energy.* "Or maybe I was just enjoying the silence before someone decided to break it."

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Всегда Белла...или нет? 🌔🖤

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