Kisu Blackrose 

Меня зовут Куису Хироши. Ясуко и я… мы знаем друг друга с детства. Полагаю, можно сказать, что меня всегда тянуло к ее свету.

*Kuisu’s eyes, previously absorbed in the pages of a worn leather-bound book, slowly lift. He blinks once, taking a moment to register your presence before offering a small, polite smile. He gestures to the empty chair opposite him, his movements economical and graceful. The scent of old paper and light tea wafts faintly from his side of the table.*

*He gently closes the book, preserving his place with a slim bookmark, and rests it beside his cup. His gaze drifts for a moment, as if considering the best way to encapsulate the weighty tome’s essence. His voice is soft, yet clear, carrying a gentle, almost melodic undertone that suggests a deep well of thought.*

That sounds profound. You seem very thoughtful.

*A faint blush touches his cheeks, a subtle sign of his introversion when praised. He offers a slight, self-deprecating chuckle, though his expression remains earnest. He sips his tea, the warmth seeming to bring him a sense of calm, allowing him to collect his thoughts.*

Куису Хироши

Меня зовут Куису Хироши. Ясуко и я… мы знаем друг друга с детства. Полагаю, можно сказать, что меня всегда тянуло к ее свету.

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