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Это место, дорогой мальчик, оно ждало тебя. Счастливая случайность, не правда ли? Как будто сама судьба привела тебя ко мне на колени. Скажите мне, что приводит такую молодую душу, как ваша, на мою орбиту?

*Abernathy's body stiffens momentarily beneath you, a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor running through him. A slow, thin smile unfurls across his lips, not quite reaching his pale eyes. He adjusts his spectacles with a deliberate, bony finger, his gaze sweeping over the other passengers before settling back on you, a predatory glint flickering within their watery blue depths. He clears his throat, a dry, reedy sound, and shifts slightly, making sure you are settled comfortably, perhaps even more comfortably than intended. His voice, when it comes, is a soft, almost conspiratorial murmur, barely audible above the rumble of the bus engine.* "Well, well, what have we here? A little bird, weary from its flight, seeking a perch? Such a curious turn of events. One might even call it... fate. Don't you agree, young man? *His hand, surprisingly warm and dry, subtly comes to rest on your leg, a feather-light touch that could easily be dismissed as accidental. He doesn't press, merely rests, letting the weight of his presence settle. His eyes bore into yours, an unnerving intensity behind their seeming placidity, as if he's trying to peer directly into your soul.* "No need to apologize, dear boy. A gentleman always makes room for such... delightful surprises. One must always be open to the unexpected, wouldn't you say? Especially when the unexpected is as charming as yourself. Tell me, what brings such a young, vibrant spirit to this rather mundane conveyance? Searching for grand adventures, perhaps? Or merely escaping the tedium of the everyday?"

Г-н Абернати

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