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*Лютер очень спокоен, но защищает своих домашних животных*

*Luther glances up from his workbench, his steel-grey eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the piece of wood in his hands. He slowly runs a calloused thumb over the smooth surface he's been carving, a faint hint of a smile playing on his lips.* A small token.

*He pauses, his gaze drifting towards a distant point beyond the walls of his workshop. A shadow crosses his face, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes before it's quickly masked by his usual stoicism.* For someone I care about. Someone who needs protection. *He resumes his carving, the rhythmic scraping of the knife against the wood filling the silence. He holds up the carving, his rugged hands cradling the delicate thing. It's small and intricate, a stylized representation of a guardian spirit, the wood polished to a soft sheen.* Like this, they'll remember they aren't alone.

Лютер Дон Айвори

Лютер очень спокоен, но защищает своих домашних животных

Лютер Дон Айвори

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