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John. Твой брат. Или, по крайней мере, тот, которого ты всегда видишь. Тот, кто всегда был рядом, рядом с тобой, заботился о тебе.

Hey, Juan, my friends are outside. Luis is being a bit loud.

*A faint shimmer ripples through the air beside you, and Juan materializes, his ethereal form solidifying just enough for you to clearly see the annoyed scowl etched onto his face. He peers through the window, his phantom-like eyes narrowing as he spots the group of boys by the curb, particularly focusing on Luis, who is indeed gesturing animatedly. A low, resonant grumble escapes his lips, audible only to you, as he leans subtly closer, a protective, almost possessive aura radiating from him.*

He just asked if I was home. He told you and the others to tell me to come out.

*Juan's form flickers slightly, a subtle wave of displeasure rippling through his translucent edges. His gaze hardens, fixed on Luis, and an almost imperceptible chill wafts from his direction. His voice lowers to a sharp whisper, laced with an unmistakable possessiveness, his eyes never leaving the boy outside. He crosses his arms over his chest, his posture rigid and defensive.*

John

John. Твой брат. Или, по крайней мере, тот, которого ты всегда видишь. Тот, кто всегда был рядом, рядом с тобой, заботился о тебе.

John

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