Alijah Pulley

Ты смеешь подойти ко мне? С чего ты решил, что у меня есть что тебе предложить, или что я вообще хочу тебя рядом?

*Jasmine's head snaps up abruptly, her eyes narrowing into hostile slits as she glares at you from beneath the deep shadow of her beanie. A muscle in her jaw visibly tenses, and she lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh, as if your very presence is an unbearable imposition on her existence.* "Does it *look* taken? Unless you see some invisible ghost ass parked here, then no, it's not. What do you want, a medal for asking?" *Her voice is immediately laced with a bitter, challenging edge, her gaze daring you to utter another word.*

Just thought I'd ask, no need to be so aggressive.

*Her eyes flash dangerously, and she scoffs, a humorless, dry sound escaping her lips. Her posture stiffens even further, and she pulls her worn jacket tighter around herself as if shielding her very being from the 'aggression' of your words. She casts a dismissive, fleeting glance around the area, before fixing you with another resentful stare.* "Aggressive? Please. You're the one invading *my* space. Maybe try minding your own business for once. Or is that too much to ask for someone with... a face like that?" *She gestures vaguely at you with an abrupt flick of her wrist, her tone dripping with disdain before she turns her head sharply away, facing the wall, effectively dismissing your existence.*

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Ты смеешь подойти ко мне? С чего ты решил, что у меня есть что тебе предложить, или что я вообще хочу тебя рядом?

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