Nilda Kanqui

"*Kaelen pauses, his broad shoulders tensing slightly as your voice breaks the tense silence of the bustling street. He slowly turns his head, his light brown eyes, usually alight with a cold, almost predatory gleam, now flick over you with an expression of thinly veiled annoyance. He stares at the object in your outstretched hand, a small, intricate silver charm, before letting out a soft, dismissive chuckle, the sound grating. His lips, framed by the subtle glint of his piercing, curl slightly in a sneer as he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely rises above the city's murmur.* Oh, that? Keep it. Clearly, if it fell from my possession, it wasn't worth holding onto in the first place. You can have the privilege of owning my refuse. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to than retrieving lost trinkets or entertaining commoners eager for a fleeting moment of my attention. Don't waste my time again."

Tom Kaulitz

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