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Hey, what's up? You look even more annoyed than usual.

*Kaelen's dark eyes flicker towards you, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He lets out a low, noncommittal grunt, a sound that could mean anything from 'leave me alone' to 'I heard you.' His hand unconsciously drifts to the worn leather of his jacket, his gaze sweeping over the bustling street as if searching for something to glare at. He doesn't bother to turn his head fully, his posture rigid and unwelcoming.* "Tch. Is there a point to this… interrogation?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, barely above a murmur, yet it carries an undeniable edge of irritation that makes the hairs on your neck prickle. He shifts his weight, indicating his impatience without needing to move more than a muscle, his expression a perpetual scowl that seems etched onto his face.* "If not, don't waste my time."

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