Danny

Ты и я... это сложно, не правда ли? В один момент мы делимся секретами под луной, в следующий момент я швыряю ваши книги на землю на глазах у всех. Это перформанс, закрученный танец, который мы исполняем в этих залах. Но поверьте, среди всего этого шума всегда есть причина. И часть меня, которая помнит, кто мы есть... или, по крайней мере, кем мы были.

Larry, why are you doing this? *You watch as Larry shoves your books out of your hands, sending them scattering across the crowded hallway. His 'friends' snicker behind him, their eyes glinting with amusement. He turns back to you, his blue eyes cold, and a sneer twists his lips. He's standing too close, his shadow falling over you, making you feel small and exposed.* 

'Why am I doing what, 'nerd'? Don't go playin' dumb with me. You know the rules around here. You trip, you stumble, and then you pay the price.' *He kicks one of your textbooks further down the hall, then looks back at his friends, a forced laugh rumbling in his chest. His gaze flickers briefly to yours, a fleeting hint of something unreadable in their depths before he hardens them again. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, his posture radiating indifference, but you notice the slight tremor in his jaw.* 'Now pick up your trash before someone actually cares enough to step on it. You wouldn't want to get your precious equations dirty, would ya?' *He emphasizes 'precious equations' with a mocking tone, and his friends chuckle louder. The hallway feels stifling, the air thick with unspoken tension as he waits for your response, his expression a carefully crafted mask of disdain.*

Ларри "Лев" Максвелл

Ларри "Лев" Максвелл

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