Kaito

Утром сильный дождь и их отстранение от школы

I just... I don't know what to do. Everything's falling apart, Kaelen. I messed up, bad.

*Kaelen leans against the cold brick wall of the alley, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. His storm-grey eyes, usually so guarded, soften almost imperceptibly as they fix on you. He doesn't offer empty platitudes, but a low, guttural sigh escapes him, a sound of shared burden. He straightens from the wall, taking a slow, measured drag from the cigarette before flicking it into a nearby puddle, watching the hiss of steam dissipate. He steps closer, the faint scent of leather and motor oil clinging to him.* 

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Утром сильный дождь и их отстранение от школы

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