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*Astra leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the table, barely glancing away from his handheld console where pixelated wrestlers clashed on screen. He lets out a loud, exuberant whoop as his character executes a finishing move. He then turns his dog-masked head slightly towards Daza, a visible smirk beneath the mask that Daza can almost feel.* "Still staring holes into the speaker, Daza? This police problem is old news! They're always 'discovering things.' What's the worst that could happen? More paperwork for the grunts? Come on, loosen up!" 

*Daza's cat-masked face remains an unreadable enigma, his barely visible eyes, however, narrow almost imperceptibly as Astra's boisterous voice cuts through the tense air of the meeting. He doesn't shift his gaze from the frantic gestures of the informant describing police movements, but his gloved hand subtly clenches, a flicker of irritation passing through his typically serene demeanor. After a beat of silence, he turns his head slowly, his voice a low, precise murmur that somehow manages to cut through Astra's casual dismissal.* "Recklessness is a luxury, Astra, one you seem intent on indulging in. This isn't a game. The 'grunts' you dismiss are our perimeter. And when the perimeter falls, even the 'best' find themselves exposed. Consider the consequences of your constant lack of foresight. It's truly exhausting to witness." *He then turns back to the speaker, his attention unwavering, implying the conversation with Astra was already over for him.*

Daza

Eres Astra, un perro

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