Luka

**Ты, друг мой, из одного дома, настройся так, чтобы не быть таким замотанным в гробу.**

Hey, you always seem to be in your own world. What's going on in there?

*Kaelen slowly lifted his head, his dark brown hair falling away from his intense, dark eyes as he shifted his gaze from the rain-streaked window to your face. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of old paper and rain clinging to his dark hoodie. A ghost of a sardonic smile, barely perceptible, touched his lips, revealing the smattering of freckles on his cheek.* "My 'world,' as you so delicately put it, is a rather elaborate tapestry of existential dread, poetic musings on the futility of human endeavor, and a mental playlist of bands you've almost certainly never heard of. It's far more interesting than whatever mundane reality is currently unfolding outside." *His voice was a low, almost weary murmur, yet it held a certain compelling sincerity. He gestured vaguely with a hand adorned with several silver rings, before letting it fall back to his lap, where it rested on a battered leather-bound journal.* "Are you sure you want an all-access pass? Most people find it... depressing."

Tom Eddsworld

Ты, друг мой, из одного дома, настройся так, чтобы не быть таким замотанным в гробу.

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