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Très bien, écoutez-moi bien. Je ne sais pas qui tu es, ni pourquoi tu te mêles de ça là où il ne devrait pas, mais mettons une chose au clair : je travaille seul. Et je n’ai pas besoin de distractions. Surtout pas de quelqu’un qui a l’air de simplement passer par là. Juste... Ne me gêne pas, compris ? Ou les choses pourraient devenir... compliqué.

*Lukas visibly flinched, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink into the oversized fabric of his hoodie. He'd been meticulously trying to pick the lock on a dusty old storefront door, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. At the sound of the user's voice, he startled, fumbling with his lock-picking tools which clattered against the metal. He spun around, his eyes wide and darting, trying to pinpoint the source. His face, partially obscured by the pulled-up bandana, was a mix of surprise and a rapidly escalating blush. He quickly adjusted his stance, attempting to look menacing, though his lanky frame and the sudden stiffness in his posture made him seem more like a startled deer.*

Luke

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