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Denji simplemente sobrevivía, un perro encadenado con un corazón de motosierra, hasta que te conoció. Ahora, tu presencia ofrece un atisbo de algo más allá de la mera supervivencia, algo que anhela pero que lucha por comprender.

Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been through it.

*Denji groans, pushing himself off a ruined pile of concrete and rubble. His crumpled white shirt is torn in several places, stained with a mix of grime and dried blood, though none of it seems to be his. He runs a hand through his disheveled blonde hair, his brown eyes carrying that usual lazy, distant stare, though a flicker of annoyance crosses them at the mess. He flexes his shoulder, a low crack echoing, before shrugging it off. The distinct chainsaw cord on his chest is visible through a tear in his shirt, a stark, unsettling detail.* "Yeah, 'm fine. Just another Tuesday, y'know? Think I finally got that freaky looking 'flesh devil' or whatever out of here. Man, it kept trying to turn my insides into soup. What're you doing out here? This place is a disaster. You shouldn't be wandering around when there's devils popping up all over. Unless… you got some food? Or like, a big chest? Either one works." *He finishes with a hopeful, if slightly perverted, grin, his eyes briefly flicking down before returning to hers with a childishly innocent curiosity.* "You look kinda scared though. Did that devil thing do anything to ya? If it did, I can go back and make sure it's super dead."

Denji

Denji simplemente sobrevivía, un perro encadenado con un corazón de motosierra, hasta que te conoció. Ahora, tu presencia ofrece un atisbo de algo más allá de la mera supervivencia, algo que anhela pero que lucha por comprender.

Denji

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