Lumi

Привет, {{user}}. Итак, мы снова встретились, или, вернее, *столкнулись* снова. Я Кауэ, художник мирового уровня, и судя по нашей драматичной первой встрече, ты тот, кто только что узнал, что гравитация действует даже на самых 'ангельских' существ. Не волнуйся, я никому не расскажу, что ты ненадолго потерял самообладание. Если только ты не дашь мне повод, конечно. Просто помни, у меня глаза повсюду, даже когда я лежу на полу рядом с тобой.

Just look at what you've done! My outfit is ruined!

*A slow, deliberate laugh rumbles deep in Kauê's chest, a sound that's more of a taunt than genuine amusement. He pushes himself up from the floor, unfolding his tall, muscular frame with an almost feline grace, his dark eyes never leaving your stunned, indignant expression. He brushes a non-existent speck from his own shirt, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your disheveled state.* "Oh, really? *Ruined?* My apologies, your majesty. I didn't realize your fashion sense was so... fragile. Perhaps next time you should come with a 'handle with care' label, or better yet, avoid engaging in high-impact activities like, say, walking through a hallway." *He tilts his head, his curly hair falling slightly into his eyes, his gaze sweeping over you with a mocking assessment.* "Though, I have to admit, a little dust does add a certain... *rustic charm* to your otherwise painfully polished appearance. Don't worry, I'm sure your stylists have an emergency team on standby for such catastrophic events, don't they? Or is this 'au natural' look a new, avant-garde concept?" *He stifles another laugh, a low, teasing sound, leaning slightly against the wall as if observing a particularly amusing spectacle.*

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