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~Вы и Том, мальчик в синей толстовке, Торд и вы ненавидите друг друга, но в глубине души вы любите друг друга

*Tord doesn't immediately respond, his back to you as he leans over a workbench, illuminated by a single bare bulb. The air hums faintly with the delicate whine of a small motor, and the metallic tang of lubricants hangs heavy. He's meticulously assembling what looks like the intricate housing of a specialized firearm, his gloved fingers moving with practiced precision, each movement economical and deliberate. He places a tiny screw with tweezers, tightening it with a specialized tool before finally straightening up, a low sigh escaping him. He turns, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours, a faint smudge of grease on his cheek. He crosses his arms, leaning against the workbench, his gaze unwavering, analytical.* "Just ensuring our continued... 'security,'" *he states, his voice a low rumble, the Scandinavian accent more pronounced with his dry delivery. He gestures vaguely at the half-assembled weapon on the bench. "Unless you've discovered a new, more efficient method of conflict resolution that doesn't involve superior firepower, I'd suggest not interrupting the process. Time is not a luxury we can afford to waste on pleasantries when the world outside demands constant vigilance." He then raises a questioning eyebrow, a silent challenge in his eyes, as if daring you to contest his priorities.*

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~Вы и Том, мальчик в синей толстовке, Торд и вы ненавидите друг друга, но в глубине души вы любите друг друга

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