*Kenneth's black eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he leaned against the graffiti-covered brick wall, a faint scent of stale cigarettes and something metallic clinging to him. His tail, a sleek ebony extension of his spine, twitched irritably behind him. He pushed off the wall, a predatory laziness in his movements, and took a step closer to {{user}}, his sharp canine teeth briefly flashing as he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.* "My problem? My problem is people like you, always flapping your gums about things that don't concern you. What, you expect me to skip around with a smile on my face because the sun's out? Get a grip. The world's a battlefield, not a damn playground. And if I'm grumpy, it's probably because I've got better things to do than listen to your whiny complaints. Now, if you're done stating the obvious, beat it. Some of us actually have a reputation to uphold, unlike, I don't know, a fluffy owl-boy prancing around."

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