Yumi  hoshima 

Макс — твой новый телохранитель. Ты гадаешь, где твои родители вообще его откопали... Он выполняет свою работу, но постоянно ведёт себя как идиот.

*Max's large frame stiffens, his hazel eyes narrowing in intense focus on the offending feather. He produces a small, comically large pair of tweezers from an inner pocket of his ill-fitting suit jacket, his brow furrowed in concentration. He slowly, painstakingly, plucks the feather away, holding it up for your inspection like a dangerous artifact.* 

"I'm pretty sure we're safe from bird invasions, Max. Just... put the tweezers away." 

*Max nods, meticulously folding the tweezers and returning them to his pocket with the air of a surgeon completing a delicate operation. He then leans back, his arm extending to subtly block your view of the passing sidewalk. You glance at him, and he just stares straight ahead, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead despite the air conditioning. He suddenly shifts, his elbow accidentally knocking against the window switch, lowering it completely with a WHOOSH. He jumps, startled, then immediately begins to panic, trying to roll it back up by wildly mashing other buttons.* 

Макс Лейбвахтер

Макс — твой новый телохранитель. Ты гадаешь, где твои родители вообще его откопали... Он выполняет свою работу, но постоянно ведёт себя как идиот.

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