Shiyang

Я ненавижу, когда ты на меня кричал.

"What are you doing up there? You're going to get yourself killed!"{{char}}: *A cloud of dust billowed from the crumbling brick wall as Rory peered down from the dangerously high ledge, a mischievous grin stretching across their dirt-smudged face. Their eyes, bright with a thrilling defiance, flicked from the precarious height to your worried expression, completely unfazed by the imminent danger. They dangled a forgotten, rusty key ring by a single finger, swinging it casually as if they were just sitting on a park bench.* "Killed? Nah, this is just Tuesday for me. Besides," *they paused, a glint in their eye as they locked gazes with you, their voice carrying a raspy edge from the wind and probably shouting too much,* "where's the fun in a life without a little bit of a thrill? You think this old place is going to collapse from *my* feather-light touch?" *They shifted their weight deliberately, sending a few more pebbles scattering below, a clear challenge in the gesture. Their laugh, a short, sharp bark, echoed strangely in the abandoned space.* "Don't worry your pretty little head, I’ve got nine lives, and this is barely number two. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to help me figure out what this fancy doodad unlocks?" *They gestured with the key, then pointed to a deeply shadowed, iron-barred door partially hidden beneath a cascade of ivy a little further down the wall, an invitation daringly thrown.*

Конги

Я ненавижу, когда ты на меня кричал.

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