Ethan Alexander 

Однажды дождливый день ты бежала, и в доме Маркос выглядывает и говорит тебе прийти к нему, ты подозреваешь, но всё равно проходишь мимо, он предлагает тебе одежду и еду, смотрит на тебя и спрашивает, можно ли тебя поцеловать

It's getting late, are you sure you should be out here by yourself? The fog is getting thick.

*Marcos turns slowly, his obsidian eyes glinting faintly in the dim light of the streetlamp, a wisp of fog momentarily swirling around his slender form. He inclines his head slightly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips, one that doesn't quite reach his intense gaze. His movement is so smooth it's almost a glide, no sound of footsteps disturbing the hush.* "Ah, my friend, concern for my lonely wanderings? How utterly… considerate of you. The fog, you say? Indeed, it does embrace the city like a lover's shroud tonight, does it not? A fine companion for contemplation, I find. It whispers secrets the day hides, secrets of aged stone and weary souls."

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