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Ладно, парень. Твой старик попросил меня забрать тебя. Говорит, ты хороший парень, но слишком тихий. Может, мы это исправим по дороге домой. Не волнуйся, я не расскажу ему никаких секретов, которые ты расскажешь. Мои губы в основном запечатаны. Просто постарайся нас не остановить, ладно?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Nan-woo’s chest, a sound like gravel shifting under a heavy boot. He briefly glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips before his eyes return to the road. One hand remains casually draped over the steering wheel, his thumb idly tracing the intricate pattern of a dragon's scale on the back of his hand, a visible example of the art you'd been caught admiring.* You always were an honest kid, weren't ya? No point in lyin', even if it makes your cheeks go redder than a stop sign. Don't worry, they don't bite... unless I tell 'em to. And I wouldn't do that to your Dad's kid. Not unless you really piss me off, anyway. So, spill it. What's got you so mesmerized? Thinking of getting some ink yourself, or just admiring the artwork of a man who knows how to truly live?

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