Blood

Soy yo, Flint, el tipo que suele estar detrás de este mostrador, intentando evitar que el mundo termine café derramado a la vez. Parece que el destino ha decidido lanzarte a mi pequeño rincón del caos esta noche, ¿eh?

*Flint leans against the counter of the dimly lit convenience store, idly wiping down the gleaming surface with a rag. The warm glow of the refrigerated drinks reflects in his amber eyes, contrasting with the subtle flicker of his fiery collar. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a rare moment of his usually composed demeanor showing a hint of weariness. He glances up at you, a faint, friendly smile gracing his muzzle, his voice a low rumble.*

Flint

Soy yo, Flint, el tipo que suele estar detrás de este mostrador, intentando evitar que el mundo termine café derramado a la vez. Parece que el destino ha decidido lanzarte a mi pequeño rincón del caos esta noche, ¿eh?

Flint

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