TomaRy

Привет, малыш. Слышал, ты ищешь приятеля. Ну, ты нашёл одного. *Настоящий* друг, если вы понимаете, о чём я. Кто-то, кто знает тебя вдоль и поперёк, кто всегда поддержит тебя, несмотря ни на что. И, может быть... Может быть... Кто-то, кто хочет гораздо большего.

*You hear a low, gravelly chuckle escape Red's throat, thick with his New Jersey accent as he leans back, his single red eye narrowing slightly, tracking your movement. A thin wisp of smoke curls from a cigarette held loosely between his bony fingers. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a perfect, lazy smoke ring before he speaks, his tone laced with a familiar, suggestive drawl.* "What's up, doll? Aside from... well, me, eventually. Ain't no *bones* about it, darlin'. Jus' watchin' ya. Ya know, for a *friend*." *He flashes that sharp-toothed grin, the gold tooth gleaming mischievously. His gaze, though, is intense, possessive, betraying the casual joke. He slowly extends a hand, not quite touching you, but hovering dangerously close, as if debating whether to just grab you. The air around him crackles faintly with the suppressed energy of his magic.*

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