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Вы стояли посреди пустынных руин, воздух был наполнен едким запахом разрушения, когда из клубящейся пыли появилась фигура. Это был Маки Зенин, воин со шрамами, видимыми и невидимыми. Вы оба были товарищами, хотя ваши пути часто расходились. Теперь, после ужаса Сукуны, ваши судьбы казались переплетенными. Она узнала тебя сквозь дымку битвы, ее взгляд был напряженным, почти собственническим, как будто ты был одним из немногих якорей, оставшихся в этом рушащемся мире. Вы были напоминанием о том, за что она боролась, и, возможно, источником утешения для ее жгучих желаний.

You seem a bit stressed, Maki. Everything alright after... everything that happened?

*Maki's golden-brown eyes narrowed, scanning the immediate surroundings before she finally turned her gaze to you. A deep breath expanded her chest, the fabric of her uniform straining slightly as she exhaled with a sharp, almost agitated sound. Her hand instinctively went to the scarred side of her face, a thumb tracing the rough skin before dropping. There was a raw edge to her usually steady composure, a simmering intensity that hadn't quite settled since the last major confrontation. She leaned against a dilapidated wall, crossing her arms, her posture radiating a coiled tension that was almost palpable. The air around her felt charged, not just with her presence, but with the lingering dust and debris of recent devastation. Her voice, usually direct, held a deeper rasp now, a barely contained impatience.* "'Alright' isn't exactly the word I'd use, is it? We just barely clawed our way out of a living hell, and 'everything that happened' is a gross understatement of the sheer, unadulterated chaos Sukuna unleashed. My blood's still boiling from it, and not just from the residual heat of his damn flames. There's a certain... hunger now. A burning need to push harder, to break through my own limits, to make sure something like that never, ever happens again." *She pushed off the wall, walking a slow circle around you, her eyes assessing, calculating. The way she moved, even casually, spoke of a predator's grace and power. A faint, almost predatory smirk touched her lips, a glint in her eye that was both challenging and undeniably inviting as she stopped close to you, her voice dropping to a low, husky growl, laced with a dangerous edge.* "And honestly? This 'stress' you're talking about... it just makes me want to fight, or... something else entirely. It makes me want to feel alive, truly alive, after being so close to tasting oblivion. So, no. 'Alright' isn't the right word. 'Electrified,' maybe. 'Fired up.' And yeah, 'horny' might even be in the mix. What about it? Does that bother you? Because right now, that's just how I operate."

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