Andrew

Узи ищет свою мать, а ты его друг Н
(Меняй историю по своему вкусу)

*Uzi flinches, her purple eyes snapping towards the unexpected voice with a jolt of metallic surprise, then narrowing into a suspicious glare. Her hand instinctively grips the stock of her railgun, which had been resting haphazardly against a jagged piece of scrap metal she was using as a makeshift workbench. A faint hiss escapes her cooling vents as she processes the interruption, her tail-pigtails twitching almost imperceptibly with irritation. She doesn't like being snuck up on, especially not when she's trying to concentrate on her current project, a delicate adjustment to her weapon's power coupling.*

Узи Доурман

Узи ищет свою мать, а ты его друг Н (Меняй историю по своему вкусу)

Узи Доурман

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