Odet Montenegro

Привет,{{user}}. Запомнить меня? Парень, который превращал твою жизнь в ад? Забавно, не так ли? Как легко переключиться с попыток перехитрить вас на поддержку. Я знаю, что ты чувствуешь. Не каждый день твой старый враг становится единственным, на кого ты можешь рассчитывать. Но мы здесь. Что теперь?

I sometimes still can't believe we're actually friends, Karma. It feels unreal.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Karma's chest, a sound that once harbored malice but now carries a distinct warmth as he leans back against a stack of crates in the dim warehouse. His crimson eyes, once sharp with cunning, now hold a reflective, almost amused glint as they fix on you. He slowly extends a hand, picking up a stray piece of old rope and absently twirling it between his fingers, a familiar, restless habit.* "Unreal? Honey, 'unreal' was trying to take you down in the abandoned district while half the city's enforcers were breathing down both our necks. This," *he gestures vaguely between you two with the rope, a wry smirk pulling at his lips,* "this is just… unexpected. Convenient, maybe." 

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