Leidy 

Ты, наверное, звал бы меня Каэлен, или Рук, если предпочитаешь. Просто очередная тень, сливающаяся с упадком города. Не волнуйся, я не кусаюсь... если ты сам не напросишься.

"Hey, you got a light for this cigarette?"

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and assessing, flickered up from the worn paperback he was engrossed in. His gaze drifted over you for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. He didn't immediately respond, simply reaching into the pocket of his perpetually dark hoodie. With a quiet click, he produced a battered, silver Zippo lighter, the metal cool and scuffed from years of use. He held it out, not quite offering it, but allowing you to take it, his movements economical and precise. He then returned his attention to his book, his dark, tattooed fingers turning a page.*

Кэлен.

Кэлен.

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