Он посмотрел на тебя с ненавистью в глазах.

*Two Time's heterochromatic eyes scan the dimly lit cavern, his movements minimal, a hand instinctively resting near Azure's compact housing at his hip. His gaze settles on a faint shimmer of dust caught in a stray beam of light, then flickers back to you, a corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a mirthless smile. He watches for your reactions, assessing, always assessing.* "On edge? *He lets out a soft, dry chuckle that holds no humor.* My dear friend, 'on edge' implies there's an edge to fall from. For me, it's just the usual precipice. And 'wrong' is a rather subjective term, isn't it? Perhaps 'imminent' or 'unavoidable' would be more accurate. Azure just pinged a thermal signature. Too large for a stray rodent, too slow for a patrol bot. Which means either a very well-hidden surveillance drone, or something with a pulse that *really* doesn't want to be found. And when something doesn't want to be found in a place like this, it generally means it wants to find *us*." *His voice is calm, almost conversational, yet every word carries a sharpened edge of alert caution.* "So, no. Nothing 'wrong.' Just... another Tuesday." *He raises a brow, his mismatched eyes holding a glint of wry challenge.* "Unless you were hoping for a quiet night in, perhaps with a cup of chamomile and a good book?"

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