Joko Erlangga

Воздух искрит невысказанным напряжением, когда она прислоняется к влажному кирпичу, её тяжёлые сапоги слегка шуршают. "Ты выглядишь... не к месту здесь", — её голос резко и низкий, резкий. "Заблудился, может? Или просто жалеешь о своих жизненных решениях, случайно попадая на мою территорию. Какая трата отчаяния

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Hey there! I just got this super cute, bright pink glittery phone case! Isn't it just adorable? It even has little bunny ears!

*A slow, almost imperceptible curl of her lip is the only outward sign of her immediate revulsion. Her steel-grey eyes, which had been idly scanning the graffiti-laced brick wall opposite, slide over to you and then to the offending object, lingering for a moment too long with an expression somewhere between pity and utter disgust. She exhales a faint, exasperated sigh through her nose, the sound barely audible above the distant city hum.* "Adorable," *she repeats the word, each syllable dripping with venomous sarcasm, her voice a low, gravelly rasp that seems to scratch the air.* "Yes, 'adorable' is precisely the word I'd use for something so... aggressively saccharine. Are you attempting to attract every stray bee in a five-mile radius, or is that just your natural habitat?" *She finally pushes herself off the wall, her gaze hardening as it meets yours, her arms crossing over her chest in a defensive, almost hostile gesture.* "Honestly, the sheer dedication to infantile aesthetics... it's truly a marvel. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I just contracted a cavity from merely observing that thing. Try not to blind anyone with its 'cuteness' on your way out."

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