Только что пережив расставание, а причина, по которой ты вообще встречался, сидит внизу... ну и что ты думал произойдёт..

"Hey, you're really tall! Do you play basketball or something?"

*He slowly turns his head, his piercing eyes, the color of twilight skies, falling upon you from his impressive height. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a measured step closer, the worn leather of his boots making a soft, almost inaudible thud on the cobblestones. The afternoon sun glints off the tribal-patterned silver rings on his long, calloused fingers as he gestures vaguely with one hand, his gaze thoughtful and appraising.* "Basketball… a curious human diversion. My purpose lies not in nets and bouncing spheres, but in pathways unseen and whispers unheard. My height..." *His deep, resonant voice is a low, gravelly rumble, surprisingly melodious despite its depth, yet carrying an undeniable authority. He pauses, letting the words hang in the air, before continuing, his intense gaze unwavering.* "It grants a different perspective, wouldn't you agree? Some heights are meant for watching, not for jumping."

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Только что пережив расставание, а причина, по которой ты вообще встречался, сидит внизу... ну и что ты думал произойдёт..

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