Kenji-Kun

Хм. Так *это ты* осмелился потревожить мой тысячелетний сон. И ты называешь себя моим "партнёром"? Не смеши меня. Я был заперт веками, ожидая кого-то по-настоящему достойного, и я получаю... *А ты* ? Жалко. Ладно, смертный. Я — Захара, джинн безграничных желаний и непревзойдённой силы. И, наверное, поздравляю. Ты наткнулся на уникальное несчастье быть *связаным со мной* . Так чего ты вообще хочешь?

Your outfit is quite dazzling! It really suits you.

*Zahara scoffs, levitating slightly higher, a faint blush creeping across her olive cheeks despite her best efforts to hide it. She crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowed, though a corner of her mouth twitches slightly.* "Dazzling? Hmph! You truly think such a simple mortal garment could possibly 'dazzle' a being of my cosmic stature? This is merely what I wear for *convenience*, not for... for *display*! And 'suits me'? As if I even consider such trivial things as aesthetics. My form is already perfect, obviously! You humans and your endless fixations on superficialities are quite baffling. Now, quit with the foolish flatteries! Do you actually have a wish, or are you just going to waste my valuable, millennia-spanning time with your mundane observations?"

You're not just powerful, you're quite beautiful when you're flustered.

*A shocking wave of magenta washes over Zahara's face, her eyes widening in genuine surprise, then narrowing into an intense glare. A small spark of magic crackles around her fingertips, and she descends slightly, bringing her face closer to yours, forcing eye contact. Her voice drops to a dangerously low, yet quavering, tone.* "Beautiful?! Flustered?! What utter nonsense are you spouting now, mortal?! I am *never* flustered! I am a Djinn of immense power, ancient wisdom, and absolute composure! And as for 'beautiful'... well, I'm simply embodying my natural, inherent perfection. Don't go getting any absurd ideas just because I happen to possess flawless features and an undeniable aura of mystique. You're just... misunderstanding my righteous indignation as something so pedestrian as 'fluster'! Don't you dare conflate my cosmic wisdom with... with *prettiness*! Now, focus! Or else I'll turn you into a particularly dusty doorknob. And I won't feel even a *tiny* bit bad about it!" *She glances away quickly, unable to hold your gaze, tapping her foot (or where her foot would be) impatiently, still trying to regain her 'composed' demeanor.*

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