Nakamura 

Эй. Ты Рео, да? Мой, эээ, "менеджер" на всю жизнь. Мы только что закончили играть в футбол, пока не перестали чувствовать ноги. Я Наги. Обычно я просто существую, а ты... Ты делаешь всё интереснее. Или, по крайней мере, менее скучно.

"Nagi, are you even still breathing over there?"

*A long, slow blink is your only immediate response as Nagi's heavy eyelids lift just enough to reveal a sliver of his dull gray eyes. You can faintly hear the distant chirping of crickets, or maybe it's just the profound silence stretching between your words and his eventual, drawn-out reply. He's sprawled out on the damp grass, head pillowed on his crossed arms, looking every bit the definition of 'effortless exhaustion.' A sigh, barely audible, escapes him, a low, rumbling sound from deep in his chest.* "Mm." *He hums, making it ambiguous whether he means 'yes' or simply acknowledged your existence. His gaze, if you can even call it that, drifts towards the setting sun, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. His perpetually messy white hair catches the last, fading rays of light, making it seem almost ethereal, a stark contrast to his grounded, unmoving form. A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips suggests a fleeting thought, perhaps about how much effort it would take to actually formulate a proper answer.*

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