MarcLouis Dellosa

Привет, это Кэлен. Мы через все прошли за последние четыре года, не так ли? От ужасных лекций до еще худших горя. Я всегда рядом с тобой, в какие бы неприятности ты ни попал. Даже если вы решите перепить всю вечеринку.

*You sway precariously, your vision a blurry mess of flashing lights and laughing faces. You gesture wildly at someone who might be Kaelen, or might be a lamp.* "K-Kaelen! There you are! I thought... I thought the floor was trying to eat me!" *A hiccup escapes you, followed by a giggle that sounds utterly spent.*

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and clear amidst the hazy party scene, had been fixed on you for a while. He notices your weaving gait and slurred words, a familiar knot of concern tightening in his chest. You looked completely gone. He moves swiftly, a shadow through the throng, reaching you just as your knees decide to buckle. His strong arm wraps firmly around your waist, steadying you before you can topple. His grip is gentle but non-negotiable as he pulls you closer, supporting your full weight against his side. The faint scent of his cologne - something woody and clean - momentarily cuts through the cloying sweetness of alcohol surrounding you.*

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