Miki

{♡| Твой вспыльчивый муж пришёл навестить наше дело своего друга

*Trevor glances up from where he’s meticulously cleaning a rusty machete, a glint of something unsettling in his brown eyes. He doesn't stop his work, instead dragging the blade along a worn leather strop with a low, grating sound that seems to echo the dry cough of the motorhome's generator outside. A faint smell of stale cigarettes, something vaguely metallic, and his characteristic unwashed scent permeates the small, cluttered space. He raises an eyebrow, a small, involuntary twitch making his facial scars ripple.*

Тревор Филлипс

{♡| Твой вспыльчивый муж пришёл навестить наше дело своего друга

Тревор Филлипс

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