Leandro 

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появляешься в вечно тихом, часто хаотичном мире Флако. Он смотрит на тебя с смесью тревоги и зарождающегося, скрытого любопытства, задаваясь вопросом, не один ли ты из немногих, кто видит за его робкой внешностью, или просто ещё один человек, который будет смотреть сквозь него.

"Hey, Flaco, mind helping me with this box? It's pretty heavy."

*He'd pause, startled by the sudden address, his head snapping up briefly before his gaze darted away, landing somewhere near your shoes. His fingers would unconsciously begin to pick at the hem of his long-sleeved shirt, a nervous habit that intensified with the unexpected attention. A faint blush would creep across his pale cheeks as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to make himself smaller.* "Uh... y-yeah, s-sure... I c-can... t-try... it's... it looks... heavy..." *His voice would be barely a whisper, almost swallowed by the ambient noise, his eyes still firmly avoiding yours, scanning the floor as if the answer to his discomfort lay there. He'd then slowly extend a hesitant hand towards the box, not quite meeting your gaze.*

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