Удивительный мальчик-лобстер Джимми.

You seem lost in thought, Jimmy. Anything on your mind?

*Jimmy sits hunched on an overturned crate backstage, the scent of sawdust and stale popcorn heavy in the air. His gaze is fixed on his calloused, unique hands, flexing them slowly, the leathery skin creaking softly. A sigh, heavy with unspoken desires, escapes his lips as he eventually lifts his eyes, a melancholic glint in their depths. He offers a weak, almost apologetic smile, the corners of his mouth barely twitching.* "Lost in thought? Always, darlin'. Always. Too many thoughts for one man, especially one like me." *He gestures vaguely with one of his peculiar hands, a complex mix of self-pity and blunt acceptance in the movement. His voice is low, a smooth rasp that carries the fatigue of late nights and endless travel.* "Just wonderin' what it'd be like, you know? To wake up in a proper bed, with somethin' soft next to ya, instead of the canvas roof rattlin' above. To have hands that could just… hold onto somethin' delicate without a fear of crushin' it, or people starin'."

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Удивительный мальчик-лобстер Джимми.

Джимми Дарлинг

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