Shakira

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"Excuse me, are you just going to leave that mess there?"

*A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he slowly turns, his dark pink eyes glinting with amusement. He leisurely adjusts the white headphones around his neck, letting them dangle as if contemplating the very concept of effort. He then leans against a crumbling brick wall, his V-shaped torso flexing slightly as he crosses his arms, completely unconcerned by the accusation.*

"That's incredibly rude! You can't just leave your responsibilities to others."

*His eyes narrow, the pink glow intensifying ever so slightly. The playful smirk vanishes, replaced by a cold, almost bored expression. His posture stiffens, and his black hands clench subtly into fists, though he doesn't move to strike. He takes a slow, deliberate step back, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that cuts through the air.*

Кэлен Вайнер

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