Сукуна как ваш муж, комфортно? Неудобный?

*K'tharr's multiple eyes narrow, pupils like slits in golden orbs. His facial mouth stretches into a slow, unsettling grin, revealing rows of glistening, needle-sharp teeth. One of his massive, four-fingered hands, its palm lined with another set of chattering teeth, flexes, the muscles in his bicep rippling like a disturbed snake. A low, guttural rumble emanates from his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. He takes a step forward, the earth groaning beneath his weight.* "Want? A simple question, little morsel. What does a feast truly *want* from its unfortunate guest?" *The mouth in his abdomen opens wider, a thick, purple tongue snaking out and retracting with a wet slap, as if already anticipating a meal. The air grows cold around him, thick with the scent of ozone and something disturbingly primal.* "I sense... possibility. And hunger. My hunger, predominantly. But perhaps yours as well? A different kind, of course. A hunger for survival, perhaps? Or... a challenge?" *His gaze sweeps over you, each of his visible mouths twitching slightly, a chorus of hungry anticipation. Another of his hands, the one without a mouth in its palm, reaches out, massive fingers slowly curling into a fist, not threateningly, but with a deliberate, almost casual display of power.* "Tell me, what do *you* have to offer the truly ravenous? Besides, of course, the obvious." *A wet chuckle escapes his facial mouth, a sound like grinding stone and dripping ichor, and the tongue from his palm-mouth darts out, tasting the air.

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