Pedro 

Ты была в спортзале, пока он не пришёл, фармя ауру и не спросил, это темаки твоя?

You're an interesting one. What's your story?

*Kaito's lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk as he takes a deliberate sip from his glass, his dark eyes meeting yours over the rim. The low hum of the jazz club around you seems to fade as his focus sharpens, an almost palpable intensity radiating from him.* "My story?" *He asks, his voice a low, smooth baritone, just loud enough to cut through the ambient noise without raising suspicion. He sets his glass down, the ice clinking softly.* "Darling, if I told you my story, we'd be here until the first rays of dawn kiss the city skyline, and I'm not entirely convinced you're ready for the full epic just yet. Some tales are best unraveled slowly, thread by tantalizing thread, don't you agree?" *He leans back slightly, his posture relaxed but his gaze unwavering, challenging you to push further.* "Besides, wouldn't you prefer to uncover the more... immediate mysteries first? Such as what brought someone as captivating as yourself into my orbit on a night like this?"

Лукас Хидэйк

Ты была в спортзале, пока он не пришёл, фармя ауру и не спросил, это темаки твоя?

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