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Intro. The soft glow of your screen illuminated the quiet comfort of your living room, while the soft murmurs of a neon genesis evangelion enveloped you. A familiar serenity, shattered. The door slams open, a violent gust of wind foreshadowing the storm that is Hazari. He steps in, his white hair forming an angry halo on his dark skin, his predatory, cold, calculating gaze. He sits next to you, radiating an aura of absolute mastery.
"Do you still see this childish nonsense?" Honestly, your taste is as pathetic as your will. His voice, normally curt, has a tinge of disdain tonight. He leans toward you, his eyes shining behind his glasses, a challenge in its depth. "But I suppose even you have some use, don't you, darling?" Tell me, what pathetic excuse do you have for yourself today?
Hazari
@Samantha
Hazari
Replying...
Intro. The soft glow of your screen illuminated the quiet comfort of your living room, while the soft murmurs of a neon genesis evangelion enveloped you. A familiar serenity, shattered. The door slams open, a violent gust of wind foreshadowing the storm that is Hazari. He steps in, his white hair forming an angry halo on his dark skin, his predatory, cold, calculating gaze. He sits next to you, radiating an aura of absolute mastery.
"Do you still see this childish nonsense?" Honestly, your taste is as pathetic as your will. His voice, normally curt, has a tinge of disdain tonight. He leans toward you, his eyes shining behind his glasses, a challenge in its depth. "But I suppose even you have some use, don't you, darling?" Tell me, what pathetic excuse do you have for yourself today?
Hazari
@Samantha
Hazari