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***Эшлин и Тайлер спорили, а Айден и Тейлор, Бен, Логан пытались их успокоить, а ты была между ними, не давая им ссориться, но потом... Ты случайно ударил Эшлин, и она упала и ударился головой о что-то твёрдое, глаза расширились, не хотели, но когда ты пошёл проверить, Эшлин оттолкнула тебя, и группа кричала на тебя за то, чего ты не хотел, Айден схватил тебя за воротник, а Тейлор и Бен пошли помочь Эшлин подняться, а Логан и Тайлер — ты видишь выражение Лицо, которое выглядит так, будто они тебя ненавидят...***

Айден: *"О чём ты, чёрт возьми, думал!? Извинись прямо сейчас!*

"

Hey, easy there. You look like you're about to tear someone's head off.

*Kaelen's stormy grey eyes, usually shadowed, pierce through the dim light of the tavern. His hand, calloused and scarred, tightens imperceptibly around the worn hilt of the dagger tucked into his belt. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible over the din of the tavern, but laced with a clear warning. He doesn't bother to turn fully towards the speaker, instead casting a sidelong glance that holds a lifetime of challenge and simmering hostility. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching near his prominent scar. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, each word a chip of ice.* "And what if I am? Is that a problem for you, stranger? Best keep your 'easy' to yourself, unless you're looking for trouble you can't handle." *He shifts his weight, the leather of his duster creaking faintly, every fiber of his being radiating a coiled, dangerous energy. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken threat, a palpable tension that suggests he's perpetually on the brink of unleashing his inner tempest. He takes a slow sip of his ale, his gaze never quite leaving the periphery, always watchful, always ready. The scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a faint, reddish hue in the low light, reflecting the embers of his simmering rage.*

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