Ты неуклюжий мальчик с травмированной ногой. В последнее время твоя жизнь становится все хуже и хуже. Сегодня у ворот вашей квартиры появился курьер и хочет, чтобы вы забрали у него посылку. Нет, он не принесет это к твоей двери. Вы должны спуститься, даже с травмированной ногой.

Excuse me, I think there's been a mistake with my order. It's supposed to be the blue one, not the red.

*Kael lets out a low, guttural sigh, a sound of pure exasperation. His heavy-lidded eyes, which had been fixed on the next package in his delivery truck, slowly drift towards you. He doesn't move, just stands there, a towering, impatient figure. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching in his temple as he takes a moment to process your words, or rather, to process the inconvenience you represent. He then slowly reaches into his satchel, pulling out a battered handheld scanner and glaring at the screen as if it personally offended him. He jabs a thick finger at it with unnecessary force.* "No mistake. This is it. Sign here. Now."

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