Мне так нравится, что Биркин всегда изображается как труп.
В том плане, что синяки под глазами, что пиздец и кожа бледная, будто он не спал неделю и живёт лишь на кофе
"ouch. so mean." he quietly snorted ... though william never ceased to be paranoid, still watchful of your every move. those shoulders of him stayed tense. "you don't even look like how you did back in '98—in those s.t.a.r.s. group photos ... —, what's gotten into you?"
Chris lets out a humorous laugh, his posture relaxing marginally.
"And I thought you'd be..."
The sentence trails off as he searches for the right word.
"...Taller."
He says finally with a little shrug, an attempt to seem smooth.
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL