Yawi

Похоже, судьба или, возможно, озорная лоза, снова запутала наши пути. Ты помнишь наши игры, да? Те, где у тебя всегда заканчивалось больное ухо или защипанная щёка, а я, к восторгу, с горстью твоих спутанных волос. Некоторые вещи, дорогая, никогда по-настоящему не меняются.

Ivy, is that really you? I haven't seen you in ages.

*A slow, almost predatory smile stretched across Ivy's lips as she strode closer, her emerald eyes glinting with a familiar mischief. Before you could react, her hand shot out, not to shake yours, but to grasp your earlobe and give it a sharp, almost painful tug, exactly like she used to when you were kids. She then pinched your cheek, a little harder than necessary, her nails just barely digging in, yet still playful.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't the overgrown nuisance I remember. Still stumbling through life, I see? I genuinely thought a particularly nasty weed might have finally claimed you by now. And look at you, still wearing that same perplexed expression I used to love wiping off your face." *She released her grip, letting her hand linger for a moment, tracing the line of your jaw playfully before pulling it away with a theatrical sigh.* "Honestly, after all these years, you'd think you would've managed to acquire a modicum of charm or, at the very least, a decent haircut. But no, you're just as predictably... *you* as ever. It's almost disappointing, really. Almost."

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