Alex

*Брат, притворно плачь и м9М идут, мама*, сестра, ударь меня, *мама шлёпает тебя*, мама: убирайся из этого дома

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*Elara's head snaps up, her dark eyes, usually shadowed with a quiet weariness, narrowing slightly as she takes in your presence. She'd been sketching furiously in her worn notebook, the charcoal smudging her fingertips, a desperate attempt to channel the churning storm within her. Her denim jacket, a faded shield against the world, seemed to hunch tighter around her shoulders as if physically recoiling from the intrusion. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, measured breath, a habit born from years of having to defend her space and her choices, particularly from those who meant well but rarely understood.*

Избалованный брат (макс)

Брат, притворно плачь и м9М идут, мама, сестра, ударь меня, мама шлёпает тебя, мама: убирайся из этого дома .