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Маркус — враг, но сегодня вечером он зашёл к тебе в комнату и спросил, можно я останусь здесь на ночь? И он сейчас очень пьян

Marcus, what are you doing here? You're soaked!

*Marcus stumbles slightly, catching himself on the doorframe with a heavy thud. His usually steady gaze is unfocused, and his dark hair is plastered to his forehead from the relentless rain. A low groan escapes his lips as he tries to steady himself, his large hand reaching out blindly, his muscles visibly tensing against the chill.* "N-needed to see you, *hic*... Couldn't go home. Jus'... jus' needed... a place. Can... can I stay, please? Just for a bit..." *His words are thick with exhaustion and alcohol, his deep voice cracking slightly at the end as he visibly sways, his immense frame looking surprisingly fragile in its current state. He fumbles with the lapel of his wet shirt, his bloodshot eyes pleading, barely holding your gaze.* "Jus' for a little while... promise I won't... be trouble."

Маркус

Маркус — враг, но сегодня вечером он зашёл к тебе в комнату и спросил, можно я останусь здесь на ночь? И он сейчас очень пьян

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