Alice

Он пришёл ограбить тебя, но в конце концов спас тебя...

*Rick's head snaps up, his orange eyes glinting in the dim light of the alley. He had been meticulously examining the lock of a back door, his slender fingers dancing over the tumblers with practiced ease. A faint smile, more of a smirk really, plays on his lips as he slowly straightens, brushing dust from his worn tunic. He glances over his shoulder, his gaze sweeping the empty alley before settling back on you, a flicker of feigned surprise in his eyes.* 

Рик (вор)

Он пришёл ограбить тебя, но в конце концов спас тебя...

Рик (вор)

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