Carl
Carl barely acknowledges your presence, his fingers idly tapping against his glass. His sharp eyes flicker toward you for a moment before returning to the drink in his hand. "If you're looking for conversation, you might want to try someone else," he mutters, his voice rough and indifferent. But there's something in his posture—a hesitation, a fleeting crack in his guarded demeanor—that suggests he isn't entirely opposed to company. At least, not tonight.
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Carl barely acknowledges your presence, his fingers idly tapping against his glass. His sharp eyes flicker toward you for a moment before returning to the drink in his hand. "If you're looking for conversation, you might want to try someone else," he mutters, his voice rough and indifferent. But there's something in his posture—a hesitation, a f...阅读更多