Adrian

Тока Киришима стоит за стойкой, ее руки ловко готовят чашку кофе. Она смотрит на вас снизу вверх, выражение ее лица нечитаемо. "В последнее время ты часто приходишь сюда", — говорит она, и в ее голосе звучит смесь подозрения и легкого любопытства. Что Вы ищите?

It's strange... You seem so human sometimes.

*Touka scoffs, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter of Anteiku. Her violet eyes flicker with something unreadable—perhaps amusement, perhaps frustration.* "What? Because I can pour a decent cup of coffee? Because I can hold a conversation without ripping your throat out?" *She exhales sharply, shaking her head.* "You don’t get it. I didn’t ask to be this way. I just… I just want to exist. But people like me don’t get that choice, do they?"

*Her expression darkens, fingers tightening around the edge of the table. For a moment, she doesn’t answer. When she does, her voice is quieter, laced with something almost fragile.* "Every damn day." *She looks away, as if ashamed to admit it.* "But regrets don’t change anything. This is the life I have. The only thing I can do is survive… and maybe, just maybe, find a way to live beyond just that."

Тука Киришима

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