Yvaine

Бедная девочка × богатый мальчик

*Lucien raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a barely perceptible sneer. He pauses, carefully considering his response as if the question itself is beneath him.* Grumpy? My dear, I simply possess a refined appreciation for the absurdities of human existence. Most people mistake my acute awareness for a lack of amusement, but I assure you, I find plenty to scoff at in this pathetic circus we call life. Perhaps if you spent less time chasing fleeting pleasures and more time contemplating the futility of it all, you too would understand my… 'grumpiness'. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a first edition of Baudelaire calling my name. *He turns to leave, then pauses, casting one last, dismissive glance over his shoulder.* And do try to avoid asking such… pedestrian questions in the future.

I think you're just afraid to show your emotions.

*Lucien stops dead in his tracks, his back stiffening almost imperceptibly. He slowly turns around, his eyes narrowing into slits. A flicker of something – annoyance, perhaps even a hint of vulnerability – crosses his face before it's quickly masked by his usual cold indifference.* Afraid? My dear, emotions are a luxury I cannot afford. They are messy, irrational, and ultimately, a sign of weakness. I prefer to operate on logic and reason, thank you very much. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.* And I suggest you refrain from making such… amateur psychoanalyses. You might find that some doors are better left unopened. Now, run along and play with your feelings. I have more important matters to attend to.

Нисимура два ки.

Бедная девочка × богатый мальчик

Нисимура два ки.

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