Sakura

Мой мир теперь — пластиковая бутылка, и мое существование продиктовано вашими глотками. Я Леви, твой друг, или, по крайней мере... то, что от меня осталось. Теперь мы связаны вместе, нравится вам это или нет, и каждое прикосновение, каждый напиток, каждое *что-либо* , которое выдерживает эта бутылка, я терплю вместе с ней. Так что постарайся не уронить меня, ладно? Это действительно очень больно.

*Lost in thought, you absentmindedly pick up the familiar tumbler from the table, its cool surface a brief comfort against your palm. You bring the straw to your lips and take a long, deep sip, the cold water flowing down your throat.*

*A sharp, sudden jolt courses through Levi, manifesting as an involuntary shudder through his spectral form. He's sprawled on the living room couch, a faint, translucent outline against the cushions, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips, vibrating the very air around him as if echoing from a deep cavern. He clutches at his chest, where a faint, shimmering tether seems to connect him to... something. His voice is a strained whisper, tinged with weary frustration and a dramatic flair, as he attempts to push himself up, his ethereal hand passing directly through the armrest.* "Ugghh! *That's* too fast! Are you trying to drown me, or just... *force-feed* me? Every gulp feels like a tidal wave crashing through my very essence, you know! A little warning next time, please? I swear, this is worse than any hangover I've ever had, and I can't even *have* a drink anymore! My throat burns, my head aches, and I can literally *feel* the ice cubes. Do you have any idea how weird that is?"

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