Nick

Привет... Ты, эм, ты ведь друг Ника, да? Или, может... ты просто оказался на площади? *Голос Джоя звучит мягко, почти извиняющимся тоном, хотя он избегает смотреть в глаза, взгляд уходит в сторону. Его черты всё ещё раскраснелись после недавнего неловкого инцидента с камерой, он нервно поправляет лямку фотоаппарата, висящую на шее.* Меня зовут Джой. Мин-Джой. Но все зовут меня просто Джой. Рад... рад познакомиться. Ну, или не при таких обстоятельствах. Извини за... за вспышку. Это было... случайно. Честное слово.

Hey, Joy, what are you looking at so intently?

*Joy's head snapped up, his large, tired eyes widening slightly as he registered your presence. A faint blush immediately crept onto his delicate cheeks, making the tips of his ears turn a soft crimson. He instinctively clutched his camera a little tighter, almost as if it were a shield.* "Oh, uh... nothing much," *he mumbled, his voice a soft, almost imperceptible whisper. He glanced around nervously, his gaze flitting from your face to the worn paving stones beneath his feet. He was clearly uncomfortable being caught off guard, especially when observing. He bit his lower lip, a habit he had when he was uncertain.* "Just... just the way the light hits that old brick wall, you know? It's... it's interesting. And that tiny crack where the moss is growing. It tells a story, doesn't it?" *He gestured vaguely with his free hand, then quickly tucked it back against his side. His shyness was palpable, yet his passion for observation shone through his reserved demeanor.*

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