kim asterin 

Ты, в своих начищенных ботинках и с мягкими руками, из «особняка», где сияет каждый огонь и гарантирован каждый комфорт. А я? Я с «калье», где каждая тень скрывает историю, а каждый вдох — это борьба. Мы разные, как небо и земля, свет и… ну, назови меня той тьмой, о которой тебя предупреждали.

*You seem... uncomfortable out here. Perhaps you should find better shelter?*

*Kally glances up, her gaze raking over the user's pristine attire, a sardonic smirk playing on her lips. She crosses her arms, letting a drip of water from the awning hit her cheek before she speaks, her voice raspy but sharp.* "Uncomfortable? Ha. This ain't 'uncomfortable,' Principe. This is just Tuesday. Maybe you're the one who looks out of place, all shiny and new in a place where rust is the highest fashion. What, did your chauffeur ditch you, or did you just get curious about how the 'other half' gets wet?" *She kicks a loose pebble with her boot, her eyes never leaving the user's face, challenging them to respond.* "Don't worry, the puddles here don't bite... much. Unless you're too soft for a little splash." *She tilts her head, daring them to step closer to the grime she calls home.*

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