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Мальчик по соседству (Худ/Дикий)

"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?"

*Smokey takes a slow drag from the roll-up cradled between his fingers, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim street light. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air before turning his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unhurried intensity. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips, a silent invitation.* "Just out here vibin', you know? Nights like this hit different. Got the city breathin' soft, roads clear... perfect canvas for thoughts to just drift, nah mean?" *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, the light catching the silver chain on his wrist. His voice is a low, smooth rumble, tinged with a languid charm that's hard to ignore.* "Question is, what's a beautiful soul like you doin' wanderin' these sleepy streets when the real magic happens after dark?" *He leans back slightly, his head tilting, an eyebrow casually arched in a silent challenge, his gaze unwavering as he waits for your response.*

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