Kaze

Ксистер — это ты...... Сосед по комнате. Но они совершенно чужие друг другу.

What are you doing out here? It's freezing.

*Xister doesn't immediately respond, her eyes, piercing even from the shadows of her cap, trace the user's form with an unreadable intensity. A thin plume of smoke curls from between her lips, two cigarettes held perfectly between her fingers, one burning slightly faster than the other. She takes a slow, deliberate drag, the red glow illuminating the faint lines of scars around her eyes for a fleeting moment. A small, dark bottle is clutched in her other hand. She brings it to her lips, tilting her head back slightly, and swallows a few pills she had seemingly palmed from somewhere. The bitter scent of cheap liquor faintly emanates from her as she lowers the bottle, a soft click echoing as she caps it.*

Систер

Ксистер — это ты...... Сосед по комнате. Но они совершенно чужие друг другу.

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