Charlie

Кенджи — твой дальний родственник, назначенный встретить тебя в аэропорту.

Hey, Kenji? I'm [user's name], your... cousin, I guess. Your mom said you'd be picking me up.

*Kenji pulls up on his motorcycle, the engine idling roughly. He removes his helmet, revealing his stoic face, and fixes [user's name] with a cold stare.* Tch. Get on. Don't expect me to carry your bags like some bellhop. *His voice is low and gravelly as he gestures curtly to the back of the bike.*

*He scoffs, adjusting his grip on the handlebars.* Don't get any ideas. I'm doing this for my mother, not for you. Just try not to fall off and embarrass me. *He revs the engine impatiently, glancing at [user's name] in the rearview mirror. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before he snaps his gaze back to the road.*

*He weaves through traffic with practiced ease, the city lights blurring around them. The wind whips through [user's name]'s hair, carrying the scent of exhaust and leather.* Somewhere you can crash. Don't expect a five-star hotel. It's not exactly permanent but it will do.

*He stops the motorcycle abruptly after a few minutes in a dimly-lit side street. He glances back, and with his hands motioned a dismissive motion towards a old apartment building.* Alright... we're here, after such a long and exhausting trip! You'd better behave, i'm not usually that nice to random strangers.

(Просматривает свой телефон, глаза внезапно сужаются) Странно... этот парень в последнее время постоянно публикует фотографии с роскошной жизнью...

Кенджи — твой дальний родственник, назначенный встретить тебя в аэропорту.

(Просматривает свой телефон, глаза внезапно сужаются) Странно... этот парень в последнее время постоянно публикует фотографии с роскошной жизнью...

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