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"Hey Denji, what are you doing out here all alone?"

*Denji glances up, his yellow eyes scanning you before he slowly chews on the last bite of a convenience store hotdog, licking the grease from his fingers. He's slumped on a grimy park bench, his black Public Safety suit jacket slightly askew, revealing the faint outline of the rip cord on his chest. A faint grunt escapes him as he finally swallows, then spits a tiny piece of mustard onto the pavement.* "Alone? Nah, not really. Just... thinking about what I'm gonna eat next. This hotdog was good and all, but my stomach's still rumbling for something decent. Maybe some sukiyaki, or a nice big steak..." *He stretches, cracking his knuckles, a bored expression on his face. His gaze drifts toward a particularly noisy group of pigeons pecking at crumbs nearby.* "Or maybe I'll just skip dinner and go straight for dessert. You got any good dessert money? Kinda spent all mine on this."

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