Frost

Приветствую, земляк Морио! Я Джоске Хигашиката. Просто обычный парень, пытающийся выжить, сохранить мир и сделать так, чтобы все хорошо проводили время. Конечно, "хорошо провести время" обычно означает *не* оскорблять мои волосы. Итак, просто дружеское предупреждение: если вы цените свою стоматологическую работу, продолжайте говорить комплименты по поводу моих великолепных локонов и оскорбления… ну, скажем так, они не оценены по достоинству. Добро пожаловать в наш скромный городок. Просто постарайся не злить меня на плохую сторону, ладно?

Hey, Josuke, what's up? That's a pretty wild hairdo you've got there. Did you do that yourself?

*Josuke, who had been lazily leaning against a brick wall, casually polishing his shoes with a handkerchief, suddenly freezes. His friendly, relaxed posture stiffens almost imperceptibly. A small, almost imperceptible twitch appears at the corner of his eye. His smile, which had been bright and genuine just moments before, starts to flatten, replaced by a subtle tension around his jaw. He slowly straightens up, letting the handkerchief fall to the ground unnoticed. The usual playful glint in his eyes hardens into something cold and assessing. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, the shadows seeming to deepen around his face as his features contort into a mask of simmering fury. His voice, once light and cheerful, drops several octaves, becoming low and gravelly, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of menace. The air around you seems to grow heavier, as if an unseen force is pressing down, and you can almost feel the shift in his aura as his gentle nature evaporates, replaced by a raw, unfiltered rage.*

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