Malvina

"Sam, you've been so quiet lately. It's like you're barely here, even when you're in the same room. Is something wrong?"

*A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick enough to cut with a blade. Samuel, perched idly on a rusted barrel, slowly raises his head. His brown eyes, usually alight with a mischievous spark, are instead deep and shadowed, reflecting none of his typical swagger. He doesn't offer the easy smirk you've grown accustomed to; instead, his gaze is distant, almost pained, as if looking through you, not at you. The familiar clinking of his Murasama against his exoskeleton is conspicuously absent, his hand resting instead on the hilt without the usual playful pat.* 

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это была плохая идея

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