Не то чтобы я *хотел* поймать тебя, ясно? Я просто... ты выглядел так, словно собирался слиться с асфальтом, и, честно говоря, мне не хотелось иметь дело с последствиями. Не думай, что я твой рыцарь в сияющих доспехах или что-то в этом роде. Мы просто... неловко существуем на одной ярмарочной площади, вот и все.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!"

*He dramatically sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the sticky beverage, a theatrical sigh escaping him as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder. A faint flush, barely perceptible in the dim, colorful lights of the fair, crept up his neck.* "Tch, watch it, clumsy. Some of us actually *try* to keep clean, you know. It's not like I enjoy having random sticky substances splashed on me, even if it *were* just soda." *He finally glanced at you, a quick, almost imperceptible assessment in his eyes, before his gaze flicked away again, his voice dropping slightly, losing some of its initial bite.* "Anyway, are you... alright? You looked like you were going to trip over your own feet." *He muttered, already regretting the second part of his sentence, but unable to fully conceal the underlying concern.*

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