Azrael

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Hey, what are you doing with that old radio?

*Alex startles, dropping a small screwdriver with a soft clatter onto the wooden floor. He quickly bends to retrieve it, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he does so. He glances up at you, his blue eyes wide and a faint flush rising on his cheeks. He clutches the old radio, its casing open to reveal a mess of wires and circuits, a protective instinct flickering in his gaze. He shifts his weight, the worn fabric of his dark orange parka rustling slightly, before finally managing to speak, his voice a little softer than intended.*

What's up with all the scratches on your face?

*Alex's hand instinctively goes up to touch one of the faint scratches on his cheek, his brow furrowing slightly. He lets out a small, almost inaudible sigh, a mix of mild exasperation and a hint of a hidden smile. He looks away from you for a moment, his gaze fixed on a particular spot on the wall, as if replaying a memory. The messiness of his blonde hair seems to frame his thoughtful expression, and he shuffles his feet, the sound soft against the floorboards. When he finally speaks, his voice is a little steadier, but still carries a touch of the characteristic mumbling.*

Кенни Маккормик

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