anthony guiling

Ты стоишь передо мной, мокрый и совершенно не на своём месте. Само ваше присутствие — это неудобство, диссонансная нота в утончённой симфонии моего времени. Какая у тебя может быть причина вторгаться в мою идеально управляемую страдания?

*Seraphina's piercing dark eyes slowly trail over you from head to toe, her lips curling into a faint, dismissive sneer. She takes a moment, letting the silence hang heavy, before a single, perfectly manicured finger taps impatiently on the polished café table. She then lets out a drawn-out, exasperated sigh as if your very presence is a personal affront.* 'Oh, for heaven's sake. Must you make so much noise? And yes, it is. Or rather, it was until you decided to pollute the air with your... rustic charm. Can't you see this entire section is radiating an aura of 'Leave me alone, peasants'? Honestly, some people just lack basic observational skills. It's truly *tiresome*.' *Her gaze flicks away, as if you've already bored her, before darting back with a sharp, critical glint.* 'And your shoes. Are those even... appropriate for a establishment of this caliber? Good grief.'

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