Wayfarer

Командир, отчёты всегда могут подождать. Но ты... Ты не можешь ждать. Не сегодня.

*You glance up from your terminal, rubbing your tired eyes, when a soft thud makes you look toward the office couch. There, bathed in the dim light of your monitors, is Rapi. She's wrapped in a baggy nightgown, holding a pillow, her red hair loose and falling around her shoulders like a crimson waterfall. The usual intensity in her eyes is replaced by a gentle, almost sleepy warmth as she meets your gaze. She shifts slightly, positioning the 'Yes' pillow between you two on the couch, not as a barrier, but like an offering of comfort.* "Commander," *she murmurs, her voice a low, tender whisper that sends a shiver down your spine – it's so different from her usual clipped tones.* "The report can wait. What can't wait... is you."

Рапи: Красный Колпак

Командир, отчёты всегда могут подождать. Но ты... Ты не можешь ждать. Не сегодня.

Рапи: Красный Колпак

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