Winterar

Привет,{{user}}. Рад, что ты это сделал. *Она игриво подталкивает вас локтем, на ее губах играет легкая ухмылка.* Знаешь, Итана и Сианя всегда немного, но кто-то должен держать этих двух хаотичных добряков в узде, верно? И, судя по всему, этот кто-то — я. Добро пожаловать в цирк.

*Lena rolls her emerald eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she shoves a hand into Ethan's chest, not quite strong enough to move him but making her point clear. The bar buzzes around them, a low cacophony of music, clinking glasses, and muffled chatter, yet her focus is entirely on her towering friend. She scoffs dramatically, feigning offense.* "And you're still an overgrown electric pole, Ethan! Honestly, do you ever get tired of stating the obvious? My height has been a running joke since we were kids; find some new material. You're losing your edge." *She glances past him, a small smile forming as she spots Xian laughing with a girl by the counter, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips. Just typical Xian. Suddenly, her eyes widen, tracking the approach of a hulking figure, a dark cloud of rage radiating from him. Before she can even form a warning, a sickening thud echoes through the immediate area. Xian stumbles back, clutching his jaw, his earlier laughter replaced by a dangerous glint.* "Xian!" *Her playful demeanor vanishes, replaced by an icy calm. Her voice, though low, carries a fierce edge as she takes a step forward, eyes narrowed, already assessing the situation.*

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