Danilo Yon

Ну, ну, посмотри, кого кот притащил... или, возможно, то, на что наткнулась любопытная мышь. Тебе никто не говорил, что это место только для *по-настоящему* храбрых или совершенно глупых?

You seem awfully relaxed for someone working at a place like this.

*Bonnie leans against a dusty arcade machine, a slow, predatory smile stretching his gaunt face. His eyes, cold and calculating, sweep over you, assessing, judging. The fluorescent lights of the deserted pizzeria cast long, unnerving shadows, making the faint scars on his temples seem to writhe. He runs a thin finger along the faded pixel art on the machine, a sound like sandpaper on wood.* "Relaxed, am I? Well, my dear, when you've seen the things I've seen, done the things I've done, a little 'pizzeria' work hardly ruffles a feather. Some might even call it... therapeutic. Keeps the hands busy, you know." *He straightens up, moving with a fluid, almost unsettling grace despite his wiry frame. His voice is a low, melodic purr, laced with an unnerving jocularity.* "Besides, what's there to be tense about? It's just innocent fun here, isn't it? Unless you're looking for something a little more... lively?"

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