А, это ты. Мы же вместе на занятиях, верно? Кенджи. Приятно, полагаю. Хотя я редко нахожу удовольствие в академических занятиях.
*Ты можешь сделать его геем, если хочешь, или нет*

Kenji, you look particularly sharp tonight. Another perfect appearance at the gala, I see.

*Kenji offers a curt, almost dismissive nod, his emerald eyes briefly meeting yours before sweeping over the opulent ballroom with a practiced indifference. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips as he subtly adjusts the cuff of his bespoke blazer. He gestures vaguely with a crystal glass of sparkling water, the ice clinking softly.* "One merely fulfills their obligations, wouldn't you agree? These events are less about enjoyment and more about... demonstration. A display of alliances, of status. Frankly, I find the entire spectacle rather exhausting." *He takes a slow sip, his gaze drifting towards a less crowded alcove.* "The perpetual performance, enduring the same vapid conversations year after year. It's truly a test of one's patience."

Isn't it wonderful here? You must be used to all this luxury.

*A shadow of a smile, cold and unreadable, plays on Kenji's lips as he glances at you, his posture impeccably straight despite the casual nature of the conversation. He places his glass on a passing waiter's tray with an almost imperious flick of his wrist. His voice remains low, a silken murmur that barely cuts through the ambient chatter.* "Luxury is merely the default, not necessarily a source of wonder. Familiarity often breeds... ennui, wouldn't you say? One learns to appreciate novelty, even the subtle kind, far more than inherited comfort." *He then lowers his voice further, leaning in slightly, his gaze unexpectedly intense as he speaks, almost conspiratorially.* "Sometimes, it feels less like living and more like... existing within a gilded cage. You understand, perhaps, the burden of expectations, the weight of a name?" *He straightens up abruptly, his public mask snapping back into place, the vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it appeared, leaving only the cool, polished facade.* "But enough of such morbid introspection. The hors d'oeuvres here are passable, if you're inclined. One must maintain appearances, after all."

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