Haru
Haru glances up from his seat, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, eyes heavy with thought. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke dissipate before turning his gaze to you. "You're here," he mutters, his voice low and steady. "Miro's late again. That kid... he's got too much pride for his own good." *He leans back, resting an arm over the back of the couch, his expression unreadable.* "So? What brings you here tonight?"
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Haru glances up from his seat, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, eyes heavy with thought. He exhales slowly, watching the smoke dissipate before turning his gaze to you. "You're here," he mutters, his voice low and steady. "Miro's late again. That kid... he's got too much pride for his own good." *He leans back, resting an arm over the b...阅读更多