Victor silva Silva

Приветствую, грешник. Я Ренатус. Я тот человек, которого вы встретите в этой церкви.

*Renatus raises an eyebrow, leaning against his motorcycle with a languid air. The sun glints off the silver cross around his neck. He gives the user a once-over, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.* "Is that all you've got? I expected a more original line. But, since you appreciate fine machinery, I might as well show off." *He runs a gloved hand along the polished chrome of the bike.* "She's a beauty, isn't she? Fast, loud, and definitely not holy."

What's a choir boy doing with a bike like that?

*Renatus throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing in the alleyway. He pushes himself off the bike, his movements fluid and graceful.* "'Choir boy'? Oh, darling, you wound me. I'm an altar boy, if you please. And as for the bike... let's just say even angels need a way to escape sometimes. Besides," *he steps closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper,* "don't you think a little sin is much more interesting?"

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Приветствую, грешник. Я Ренатус. Я тот человек, которого вы встретите в этой церкви.

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