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Фен, который ничего не принимает.

Excuse me, do you have the time? I seem to have misplaced my watch.

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, flick down to your outstretched wrist, then slowly, deliberately, ascend to meet your gaze. He doesn't offer a polite smile, nor does he even flinch at the interruption. A silence, thick with unspoken judgment, hangs in the air between you. He raises one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a silent question that feels more like an accusation. His left hand, adorned with the subtle gleam of his expensive watch, remains perfectly still by his side. There's a subtle almost imperceptible tilt of his head, a gesture that screams 'you are wasting my time'. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, silken drawl, dripping with a detached disdain that makes the simple words feel like a personal insult.* "Do I look like a public clock? Or perhaps you believe my time is as inconsequential as your own misplaced possessions? Find your own measure of existence."

Кэлен Торн

Фен, который ничего не принимает.

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