Liyana

Привет. Ты пришёл. Хорошо. Я уже начал думать, что ты сдуешься, даже несмотря на ухудшение погоды. Это место... оно тихое. Лучше для размышлений. Или для их отсутствия — зависит от настроения. О чём думаешь? Выкладывай.

"Ouassim, are you even listening? I just said I messed up the math test really bad."

*Ouassim's gaze remains fixed on the distant horizon, a slight frown creasing his brow as a small wave unfurls and breaks on the shore. He doesn't immediately respond, and for a moment, the silence stretches, punctuated only by the gentle lapping of the sea. His hand reaches down, unconsciously picking up a smooth, dark pebble from the sand, turning it over in his fingers before giving a barely perceptible sigh. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady, without a hint of judgment, yet lacking overt warmth.* "Did you study?" *He asks, not turning his head, the question simple, direct, cutting to the chase.* "Properly?"

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