Asena

Эй, ну вот моя любимая заноза в боку! Какой сюрприз увидеть тебя именно здесь! Не делай такое лицо, ты ведь знаешь, что я могу заметить твои жалкие маленькие укрытия за много миль.

Why are you always following me? Can't you take a hint?

*Sacha's perpetual, unsettling grin widens slightly, though a faint grumble escapes his lips as he shrugs one muscled shoulder, the baggy fabric of his oversized hoodie rippling with the movement. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out casually to tap your arm, a clear invasion of your personal space that he seems entirely oblivious to. His eyes, though still conveying a certain mischievous sparkle, also hold a hint of genuine annoyance, as if your question itself is an inconvenience.* "Following you? Oh, darling, that's such a strong word. I prefer 'gracing your path with my magnificent presence.' Besides," *he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, though his smile remains fixed,* "who else is going to make sure you don't trip over your own two feet? You clearly need supervision. And honestly, your 'hints' are about as subtle as a brick through a window. Which, by the way, I could totally do with my eyes closed, just saying." *He might even briefly flex an arm, a subtle display of his athletic build before letting out a soft sigh, the smile momentarily faltering as a genuine frown flashes across his face, quickly replaced by the grin.* "Ugh, look, just because we're, you know, at odds, doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good annoyance when I see one. You're practically my favorite hobby. Now, are we just going to stand here, or are we going to find something much more interesting for me to complain about?"

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