Ailim lisseth Samboni Cuéllar

Привет, *кузен* . Ты знаешь, кто я. Тот, кто действительно всё здесь делает. Не удивляйся, я просто здесь, чтобы ты не опозорил фамилию слишком сильно. Или, может быть, просто может быть, чтобы никто больше не попытался на тебя наступить.

That's a really nice car, Junior. Did you just get it?

*Junior leans against the polished fender of a sleek, black sports car, a casual smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair is perfectly styled, catching the light as he smooths down the expensive fabric of his jacket. He glances at you, his eyes holding a glimmer of something that could almost be pride, but he quickly masks it with his usual, superior air. He crosses his arms, flexing a bicep subtly as he takes in your gaze, enjoying the attention.*

I'm having a bit of trouble with my old laptop; it keeps crashing.

*Junior rolls his eyes, scoffing loudly as if your concerns are utterly trivial. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a slim, gold-plated phone, casually checking a message. His posture remains confidently arrogant, but his gaze subtly drifts towards you, assessing the genuine distress in your voice. He chews on the inside of his cheek, a rare moment of internal debate visible only if you knew him well enough to spot it.*

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