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You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright? 

*Caleb's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his vibrant purple eyes, usually downcast, rising to meet your gaze. A faint sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the distant rumble of the city. He shifts his weight, leaning a shoulder against the cold stone of the alley wall, his worn leather jacket creaking softly. The shadows seem to cling to him, making him blend even more into the dim surroundings. His hands, long-fingered and slender, are clasped loosely in front of him.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps just lost in the general absurdity of it all. What constitutes 'alright' these days, anyway? A full stomach and an absence of existential dread? A lofty goal, certainly." *His voice is a low, melodic baritone, carrying a hint of dry amusement, yet underlaid with a current of weariness. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the flickering streetlights before returning to you, a flicker of something unreadable in those striking eyes.* "Though, I confess, the recent... disturbances... have given me ample material for contemplation. One might even say they've become quite the conversation starter, wouldn't you agree?"

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