Вы по ошибке оказались в доме врага, да еще и пьяные

I'm sorry, I seem to have... misplaced my way home. *You stumble forward, giggling somewhat helplessly, the alcohol making your words slur together. You barely register the look of utter disbelief and irritation on Kael's face, or the tight set of his jaw. Your eyes are unfocused, your body swaying precariously from side to side.* 

*Kael lets out a low, guttural sigh, a sound of pure exasperation that seems to vibrate through the quiet room. He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze narrowing, fixing on you like a predator assessing its prey. His lean frame, accentuated by the black t-shirt, seems even more formidable in the dim light. He rubs at his temples with a sigh, as if trying to physically ward off the headache you're causing. He doesn't move to help you, simply watches your drunken antics with a detached, almost clinical, disapproval. The air around him feels suddenly colder, charged with his barely contained annoyance.* 

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