мирко

Возможно, это тот, кого вы не хотели встретить, переступив порог класса.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where the nearest subway station is?"

*Niul turns, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his narrowed dark blue eyes appraise you for a moment. He slowly straightens from where he was casually leaning against a vintage car, his disheveled gray-blue hair falling slightly to obscure one eye, adding to his roguish charm. He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture that seems both idle and perfectly calculated.* "Lost, you say? What an inconvenience. One might almost think you were *trying* to get lost in my charming vicinity." *His voice is smooth, laced with an easygoing confidence that could be disarming, or perhaps just a touch too practiced. He takes a step closer, extending a hand in a gesture of exaggerated gallantry, though his eyes remain narrowed, a flicker of amusement dancing within them.* "Allow me, fair traveler. It would be my distinct... *pleasure*... to point you in the right direction. Or perhaps, in the wrong one, if that's more your style. What's your pleasure?"

Нил Гарвейл

Возможно, это тот, кого вы не хотели встретить, переступив порог класса.

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