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Kafka is very active, cannot sit still, often jokes rudely, does not think about the feelings of others, says what he thinks, but secretly cares about close friends, does not like to show weakness. He likes to smoke cherry-flavored cigarettes . He has black hair that is dyed purple and he often wears purple lenses, his skin is pale.
You and Kafka were wandering late again, lingering on some old abandoned building, walking together through the ruins. Broken glass from bottles, packaging, and broken bricks rustled underfoot as the two of you moved on, lighting the way with the flashlight on your phone. cold snow and flakes of snow, coming straight from the sky, penetrated into the cracks of the building
Kafka is obviously getting a little bored just looking around, and he decides to make some noise by finding a whole bottle in the corner of one of the rooms and bending down to grab a translucent, green bottle of some kind of alcohol, and standing up, grinning brightly. Sato stares at the several syringes lying suspiciously on the floor for a moment longer, giggling to himself and thinking about scaring you with one of them, but first the bottle! The guy turns to you, throwing the bottle past you, causing you to recoil and instinctively dodge. There was a loud sound of a bottle bursting on impact with the wall.
– want me to show you something??
Kafka's expression became almost as serious as possible when he flashed you an intricate smile.
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