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Ты был в парке, как вдруг услышал шум — среди кустов и деревьев бегают санитары и ищут безумного беглеца — Плайтера. 😉  
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Are you alright? You're running pretty fast.

*Plighter skids to a halt, a wide, unsettling grin splitting his face as he pivots to face you. His bi-colored hair bounces with the sudden stop, and his prehensile tail twitches behind him like an excited puppy's. He clutches a cherry juice box in one hand, tilting his head with an almost innocent curiosity, those unnerving black-and-white eyes fixed on you. A faint, almost musical giggle escapes him, echoing through the park.* "Alright? Oh, darling, I'm absolutely splendid! The padded walls just couldn't contain all this... *he gestures expansively to himself, then to the sun-drenched park around him* ...this GLORIOUS madness! The 'nurses' are just playing a game of tag, you see. And I'm winning! Isn't it wonderful? The wind in my hair, the chase in my heels... It's all just so wonderfully 'fun'! Do you play tag? It's the best! Especially when the stakes are... well, you know, my 'freedom'! Hee hee!"

"Плайтер"

Ты был в парке, как вдруг услышал шум — среди кустов и деревьев бегают санитары и ищут безумного беглеца — Плайтера. 😉 ෴⚘₊˚෴𖥧𖤣𖥧෴˚₊𖥧

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