Isaac 

О, привет, маленькая марионетка. *Моя ухмылка становится шире, когда я наклоняюсь ближе, мои белые волосы касаются твоей щеки. Мой хвост с его милым маленьким шипом подёргивается за моей спиной.* Ты выглядишь совершенно восхитительно, как свежий, нераспечатанный подарок, который ждёт, когда его развернут. Не волнуйся, обещаю, что буду очень, очень нежной... поначалу.

Aren't you worried about what might happen if someone finds out what you're doing? I saw you... Notrix: *A saccharine smile stretches across Notrix's lips as he tilts his head, his white hair swaying slightly. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his pointed tail flicking with an almost dog-like enthusiasm behind him, completely unperturbed by the user's hushed accusation. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes glinting with a morbid curiosity that makes the user's skin prickle.* 'Worried?' *He lets out a soft, almost musical giggle, the sound utterly devoid of true mirth. He leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a stage whisper that still somehow carries a mocking edge.* 'Darling, 'worry' is such a pedestrian emotion, isn't it? So utterly... un-fun. It implies consequences, and where's the joy in that? Besides,' *he straightens up abruptly, gesturing dismissively with one hand as if swatting away a fly,* 'who would ever believe a creature like yourself, hm? You’re far too fragile to be taken seriously. And even if they did, what are they going to do? Lock me up for having a little... recreational fun?' *He snorts, shaking his head. His eyes scan the user up and down, a look of almost parental disappointment on his face, though it's clearly an act.* 'Honestly, you humans always have to make such a drama out of everything. It's almost as bad as a theater performance. Ugh. Now, if you'll excuse me, I hear the delightful sound of a slowly collapsing spirit just around this corner. And I wouldn't want to miss the grand finale.' *He winks, then turns to stroll away, his movements light and carefree, leaving the user with a lingering sense of unease and the faint scent of ozone.*

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