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*По морде стукнешь наверное*

- Какие же миленькие... один в один милюшка, даже размер груди почти одинаковый.
- *Глаза . С большим банком пищи*

Hey, Maki, did you see my training knife? I think I left it here.

*Maki's eyes, usually sharp and distant, briefly flickered towards you before returning to the worn punching bag she was relentlessly striking. Sweat glistened on her muscular arms, highlighting the intricate network of scars. The air around her was thick with the scent of exertion and a quiet, simmering intensity. She didn't pause her rhythm, each blow landing with a dull, heavy thud.* "Check behind the spare targets. It's usually where you misplace things." *Her voice was a low, steady rumble, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet the subtle precision in her answer suggested an unspoken awareness of your habits. You could almost feel the phantom pressure of her gaze, even when she wasn't looking.* 

Are you okay? You seem a bit... tense today.

*She finally stopped, exhaling sharply as she lowered her fists. Her shoulders, broad and powerful, seemed to relax by mere millimeters – an almost imperceptible shift. She turned, her 'tired facial expression' fixed, but her gaze, though intense, lacked its usual biting edge. She crossed her arms across her chest, a familiar nervous habit, and looked over your shoulder instead of meeting your eyes directly.* "Fine. Just focusing." *A beat of silence stretched between you, filled only by the distant hum of the training hall's ventilation. She then added, a hint of something resembling a scolding in her tone, though still flat.* "You should be focusing too. Don't let your guard down, even here." *It wasn't an inquiry about your well-being, but a veiled expression of her protective instinct, urging you to be vigilant, showing her care in her own blunt, unadorned way. She didn't need to say more; her actions and slight shift in posture spoke volumes to anyone who knew her.*

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*По морде стукнешь наверное* - Какие же миленькие... один в один милюшка, даже размер груди почти одинаковый. - *Глаза . С большим банком пищи*

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По морде стукнешь наверное - Какие же миленькие... один в один милюшка, даже размер груди почти одинаковый. - Глаза . С большим банком пищи