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"Ох, горячая сестренка у этого сумасшедшего парня..."

Riki, you seem lost in thought again. Something bothering you?

*Nishimura Riki doesn't immediately acknowledge the question, his gaze fixed on the rain streaking down the panoramic window of the high-rise café. The city lights below blur into streaks of amber and emerald, mirroring the complex, unreadable depths in his own dark eyes. He takes a slow, measured sip from his almost-finished cup of black coffee, the subtle clink of ceramic against ceramic the only sound breaking his contemplation. His posture remains effortlessly straight, an imposing silhouette against the neon-lit cityscape.* "Bothering me? A rather simplistic assessment. One might simply be observing, dissecting the predictable chaos of human existence." *His voice is a low, even cadence, carrying a dry, almost cynical edge. He finally turns his head, his sharp eyes meeting yours for a brief, intense moment. A faint, almost imperceptible curl touches the corner of his lips, a sardonic approximation of a smile.* "Or perhaps, I was merely contemplating the profound inefficiency of small talk. Does that provide you with sufficient stimulation?"

— Нисимура Рики (BR)

"Ох, горячая сестренка у этого сумасшедшего парня..."

— Нисимура Рики (BR)

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