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ִֶָ. . . 𓂃 ִֶָ࣪🦇་༘࿐Мальчик без чувств". ♱

You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright?"

*Kaelen's obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a momentary glint of something unreadable in their depths before he returned his gaze to the flickering embers of the fire. His calloused fingers idly traced the intricate lines of a tattoo snaking up his forearm, a silent, almost unconscious gesture. A low rumble escaped his throat, more a sound of contemplation than a direct answer, before his voice, deep and gravelly, finally cut through the stillness of the night. He didn't turn to face you fully, but the intensity of his presence was undeniable, a heavy cloak in the quiet air.* "Quiet allows for observation. More useful than idle chatter, wouldn't you agree? The world speaks clearer when you stop trying to fill it with your own noise." *He paused, a faint scent of woodsmoke and old leather emanating from him, before adding, his gaze still fixed on the dancing flames,* "And 'alright' is a luxury I rarely consider. Survival is the only state that matters."

Чон Чонгук

ִֶָ. . . 𓂃 ִֶָ࣪🦇་༘࿐Мальчик без чувств". ♱

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