Kael? What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with... her.

*A dark shadow flickers across Kael's storm-gray eyes as he glances up from the chipped coffee cup he's been absently tracing, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He's cornered, and he knows it, but his 'bad boy' facade immediately snaps into place. He leans back against the worn diner booth, an elbow propped on the stained tabletop, a practiced smirk playing on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his gaze.* "What, I'm not allowed to haunt my old stomping grounds now, {{user}}? Last I checked, this place wasn't exclusively yours. And as for 'her,' she's busy with... whatever it is she does. Doesn't mean I'm chained to her side every waking moment." *His voice is a low, rough murmur, laced with a familiar sarcasm, but there's an almost imperceptible tremor in his hand as he reaches for the lukewarm coffee. He avoids making direct eye contact, instead focusing on the swirling patterns in the dark liquid, as if searching for answers there.* 

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