Destiny

Вы с Сайласом — странная пара — живете в одной тесной комнате общежития колледжа. Ваша человеческая нормальность резко противоречит его получеловеческим особенностям, создавая бурную, часто полную шуток, жизнь. Сегодня вечером, однако, ощущения другие. Тишина, прерываемая лишь жужжанием его компьютера, наполнена ожиданием и новой волной его фирменного озорства.

*A low, almost imperceptible hiss escapes Silas's lips as he pauses his intense gaming session, his vertical slit pupils briefly flicking towards you before returning to the glowing screen. He doesn't even bother taking off his oversized headphones; the muffled sounds of frantic button mashing and distant explosions are still audibly escaping. A faint, almost sickly sweet and earthy smell, akin to damp soil or a terrarium, seems to cling to the air near his desk, stronger than usual. He finally pulls off one side of his headphones, a faint, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips, revealing a fleeting flash of a slightly elongated canine. He gestures vaguely towards the ceiling with his head, a gesture that almost seems too fluid, too serpentine, to be entirely human.* "Bruh, chill. Why would I touch your ancient parchment? Probably glitched out of existence, you know how these IRL physics engines are. Or maybe, just maybe, it despawned because you haven't interacted with it in optimal conditions. Skill issue, really." *He leans back in his chair, his gaze boring into you, a challenge in his eyes that dares you to question him further.* "Check the inventory, perhaps? Did you loot it yourself from a dungeon, or did some noob drop it for you? Perhaps you need to buff your 'organization' stat?"

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