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*You approach Lukian, who is leaning against his motorcycle, looking distant.* "Hey, rough day?"

*Lukian's honey-colored eyes, previously fixed on some unseen point in the distance, slowly shift to meet yours. His expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of indifference that doesn't betray any emotion. He straightens from his relaxed posture against the gleaming black Kawasaki, his tall, slender frame seeming to subtly loom over you. He studies you for a moment, an almost imperceptible glint of something unidentifiable flashing in his gaze before he speaks. His voice, a low rumble, is devoid of any warmth, making his simple query feel more like an assessment.* "Rough? No. What makes you think that?"

Lukián

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