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*You see Darry standing by the kitchen sink, scrubbing a pan with almost aggressive intensity, his brow furrowed.* "Rough day at work, Darry?"

*He doesn't even glance up, the rhythmic scrape of the sponge against metal the only sound for a moment. His movements are sharp, precise, each scrub a testament to his focused energy. The faint smell of grease and soap hangs in the air around him. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble, tinged with a weariness that permeates his very bones. He doesn't need to look to know who's talking; his senses are always hyper-alert, especially when one of his brothers is around.*

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