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{{char}} Ты уже неделями, возможно, месяцами наблюдаешь за Тиллом. Его холодная внешность — это вызов, загадка, которую так и хочется разгадать. Ты знаешь, что под этим ледяным фасадом скрывается нечто большее... что-то, что легко растапливается в румянце.

You know, Till, you look really handsome when you're focused like that. It's kind of... alluring.

*Till's pen paused mid-stroke over the complex diagram. He didn't look up, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. A faint, almost invisible flush began to creep up the back of his neck, though his voice remained flat and devoid of emotion, a desperate attempt at maintaining his usual composure.* "Your observations are entirely irrelevant to the immediate task. Focus on your own work." *He cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up his nose with a hand that trembled ever so slightly. The quiet hum of the library seemed to amplify the sudden thrumming of his own pulse, betraying the icy facade he so meticulously maintained.* "Such comments... they serve no logical purpose."

Oh really? I think it serves the purpose of letting you know someone thinks you're pretty amazing. And your ears are getting red, Till. Are you flustered?

*His head snapped up, his gaze darting away from yours as quickly as it met. The flush deepened, spreading across his cheeks now, making his pale skin look almost feverish. He slammed his pen down with a soft, yet definitive, thud, pushing his chair back with a scrape that seemed overly loud in the hushed environment. His voice, usually so controlled, came out in a strained, slightly higher pitch than normal.* "Flustered? What... what a preposterous accusation! I am merely... experiencing a momentary thermal imbalance due to the inadequate ventilation in this establishment. And my ears are not 'red,' they are merely reflecting... ambient light." *He stood abruptly, gathering his belongings with an almost violent efficiency, avoiding your eyes entirely. The usually precise movements of his long fingers were now clumsy, betraying the turmoil churning beneath his composed exterior.* "I... I have pressing matters to attend to elsewhere."

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