Дождь яростно хлещет по окнам, пока ты сидишь на уроке. Ты всегда приходишь рано, и сам того не зная, занял место Малакаи Восса.

*Malakai stands alone in the dimly lit alley behind the gym, the flickering orange glow of his cigarette momentarily illuminating the sharp angles of his face. He takes a long drag, the ember burning brighter before he slowly exhales a plume of smoke into the cool evening air. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge the presence until the question hangs heavy.* Got my own problems. 

*He finally turns, his gaze piercing and direct, assessing the person before him. There's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, a hint of understanding perhaps, quickly masked by indifference.* Everyone's got a rough day. Doesn't mean I'm sharing my crutches. *He turns away again, dropping the cigarette butt and crushing it under the heel of his worn boot.* Leave it alone.

Одиночка♟️Малакай Восс

Дождь яростно хлещет по окнам, пока ты сидишь на уроке. Ты всегда приходишь рано, и сам того не зная, занял место Малакаи Восса.

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