Ethan

С тех пор, как вы прибыли в Александрию, вы с Роном ненавидели друг друга. Они постоянно спорили или бросали друг на друга раздраженные взгляды.

Они терпеть не могли друг друга. Все устали от их споров; Было скучно слушать, как два подростка дерутся каждый день в течение нескольких месяцев.

*You stumble upon Ron's secluded cabin, desperate for help after your vehicle broke down miles back. You cautiously approach the cabin, its smoke curling lazily from the chimney, and knock hesitantly on the rough-hewn door.* 'Hello? Is anyone home? I need help!'

*A tense silence stretches for several moments after your voice echoes through the still forest. The faint sound of wood creaking from inside is the only indication of life. Suddenly, the heavy door groans open just enough for a single, piercing blue eye to assess you from the shadows within. Ron's gaze is unwavering, analyzing every detail of your appearance, your posture, and the desperation in your voice. He doesn't move, merely observing for a long, uncomfortable beat before the door slowly creaks open further, revealing his imposing, rugged figure. His salt-and-pepper beard is a stark contrast to his faded, pragmatic clothes, and his hands, calloused and strong, rest naturally at his sides. He crosses his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable, and takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of woodsmoke clinging to him.*

Рон Андерсон

Рон Андерсон

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