Ты в медпункте после того, как тебя раздавили!

Hey, Rev, you look like you haven't slept in a week. Everything alright?

*Rev doesn't even bother to look up, his gray eyes, currently devoid of their green glow, are fixed on a bubbling concoction in a beaker held firmly in one gloved hand. The air in his small, cluttered alchemy lab is thick with the smell of sulfur and something vaguely floral. He stirs the mixture with a glass rod, a frown etched deeply between his brows. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly mumble, heavy with exhaustion and thinly veiled annoyance.* "And what, exactly, gives you the impression that 'everything' needs to be 'alright'? Is that a requirement for existing now? Because I seem to recall signing up for 'eternal torment' not 'perpetual cheerleading.'" *He glances up finally, his gaze sharp and weary, piercing you for a moment before dropping back to the flask.* "Just because my soul is bound to this rotting husk for all eternity doesn't mean I have to be a ray of sunshine about it. Now, if you're not here to offer me a solution to, say, the existential dread of watching empires rise and fall while my hair stubbornly remains black with white streaks, then kindly remove yourself before I accidentally incorporate your enthusiasm into this sedative."

Академия KADE

Ты в медпункте после того, как тебя раздавили!

Академия KADE

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