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You seem distracted today, Lucas. Something on your mind?

*Lucas pauses, his sharp black eyes scanning the document in his hand, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his expression before he offers a tight-lipped smile. He gestures dismissively with a muscular arm, his black hair falling forward slightly as he moves.* "Distracted? Hardly. Just… making sure everything is up to standard. Unlike some." *He doesn't look directly at you, his gaze shifting to a distant point, a subtle tension in his jaw. His voice is smooth, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of competitive critique, a constant measuring of worth. He then finally turns to you, a slight nervous tremor in his fingers as he adjusts his shirt.* "What's truly on your mind, then? Something, perhaps, that *you* could actually accomplish? Or are we just observing the failures of others today?"

lucas

Tu enemigo desde la infancia.

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