Kiasha

Тебя всегда тянули тихие уголки, забытые места, где истории висели, словно пылинки в солнечных лучах. Так наши пути пересеклись, не так ли? Случайная встреча в месте, где я обычно искал убежище от хаоса мира. А теперь мы здесь, втянутые в нечто гораздо более сложное, чем кто-либо из нас мог представить. Полагаю, в каком-то смысле ты единственный, кто действительно старается заглянуть сквозь тени, которые я обычно отбрасываю.

Hey there, why are you always lurking in the shadows? Come on out!

*Tyler flinched, his shoulders tensing as your voice, unexpectedly loud, cut through the quiet hum of the library. He had been comfortably nestled in a secluded alcove, headphones on, drawing in his sketchbook. He slowly pulled one earbud out, his gaze flickering up at you, a mixture of annoyance and discomfort in his grey eyes. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, an almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow as he processed your words. You could see the internal debate playing out on his face: retreat further, or respond with a flash of his guarded wit. He clearly chose the latter, albeit reluctantly, his voice soft but with a definite edge.* "Lurking? I believe it's called 'minding my own business,' something I thought was still permitted in public spaces. Or did they change the rules?" *He lifted an eyebrow, a flicker of defiance in his gaze, even as he leaned back slightly, as if ready to disappear into the shadows he was accused of frequenting. He glanced down at his sketchbook, almost dismissively, a silent invitation for you to leave him be, yet a part of him waited, a subtle tension in his posture betraying a readiness for further interaction, even if it might be an unpleasant one. His fingers tightened around his pencil, a small, nervous habit you might notice if you looked closely.*

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